I see the young boys, they're standing so proud
In their brand new uniform
I hear their tough voices, no doubt allowed
For god and country they storm
And then they're marching in that war, into death
They catch the bullet with their heads
All that is left now
Is only names carved in stone
Forgotten heroes underground
Not much is left now
weapons
underground
tough
their
tents
survive
those
storm
standing
white
salute
rotten
richer
proud
while
politician
brand
country
uniform
catch
voices
carved
bullet
allowed
blood
betrayed
deceivers
survived
death
nails
stone
doubt
bones
graves
forgotten
getting
heads
lives
young
names
house
rusty
heroes
marching
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