Across the savage skies
and through the fissures in the fields
The rumble of the engines
and the trundle of the wheels
Through hell and horror trudge
and yet our spirits never yield
Will they sing of these forsaken pawns of war?
Hoist the flags, hold the lines
Lessons ever lost to time
Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war
yield
sound
skies
while
rumble
trundle
lonely
sands
lines
dream
deserts
spirits
fissures
death
through
burrow
trudge
pawns
across
within
boiling
dunes
wheels
blood
bonnie
eiderdown
thundering
gaping
savage
ground
empires
engines
fields
flags
forsaken
lessons
hoist
these
never
horror
departed
infernal
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