No one at home,
claim
heat of another fire
Repeated in her farewell
has become the soldier,
No more bread than his love,
No more than a dream home.
his bed no longer fits in
humidity of a touch,
bless her lips No
thirst for another body;
has been broken the night
Under cross Styx ,
love is gone
A dressing of iron.
Your name does not matter,
has dug, anger,
An enclosure on earth
Well worth your pain
Craving to be free,
must not burn the sky
In the heat of war.
Fire in your rifle
Break the mist,
your memory Reborn
peace who grants
About Beloved
Your heart lives on and
Your legacy will never die.
Brother of illusions,
True warrior,
Deep in the night
The cold punishes you
Your blood biting wind and
Your slogan of not living ever
kneel down
Smash, indefatigable ,
The cloak of death.
After this time,
you memory;
I mine your dreams,
Happy to be with you.
Do not ever dies
the memory of your achievement.
To continue in your pantheon
The fire still alive.
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