For all the heroes dead in pain
For their left bodies rot away
Or for their names lost in snow
And for their honour plain and true
For the dead brothers with head held high
And their non important lives
For all the women who wait in vain
For all their tears and strenght and rage
Oblivion…
For all the fathers attacked from behind
For all the viles out of sight
For all the words that twist and change
And for the hands soaked in shame
For all betrayals paid with gold
And for the duties paid with mud
And for the sickening smell of blood
And all the spits on fairness and truth