Victorious or defeated makes no difference.
Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on.
A village in dust,
a city in ruins,
a nation's weep.
Victorious or defeated makes no difference,
fallen on both accounts.
Faces and figures from another era,
unkown but familiar somehow…
Hopes and dreams in ruins,
with vengeance in their hearts and
compassion lying within their souls.
For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era.
Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine
who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...