The Cries of the Fallen

Now the battlefields are quiet, they have fell into decay
 Your god didn't come to save you, even though you did pray
 The echoes of the screams from the battle can still be heard
 The cries and the tears of the fighting men we can taste in the air
 As we look towards these ruins, these fields of putrefaction,
 We can see the bodies of the fallen men mingled with blood
 Their eyes are widely open,
 Even though they have lain dead for a long time
 They know is so well, that this torture will never leave this planet
 They are still terrified, they can never find peace anymore!
 Their major loss of their men made us even stronger
 The can never be a prevent for us any longer
 We came as their mortal enemy,
 They died at the hand of their murderer
 Face you death, your only salvation!
 In these battles they were doomed for all eternity,
 Nothing could save them
 Now the battlefields are silent, cold and lonely
 The blood of the fallen has now colored the sky into deep, intense red
 We look towards the sky
 A heavy fog marks the essence of the brutal, cold truth
 Now we can rise proudly above the ones who fell
 Our honor is now regained
 And will be preserved for the future to come
 We can smell the stench decaying bodies
 And fell the their confusion of unanswered prayers
 We can still hear the silent cries of the fallen...