Bitterness of war, a last shot of pride
Restless they're fighting through the night.
Thousands of dreams drowned in gore
One more or less won't wake the cold core.
The victors are roaring, take over the place
The wounded desperately search for a face
The children's screams, who knows what they mean?
A soldier wandering lonely, unseen
A pigeon far away singing its song
Over this battlefield an image so wrong
A light in the dark, no one else knew
Sweetness of freedom, it's singing for you