Lamentations Over Soils of War He awoke from a nightmare to another Where men murdered each other Mist covered the cadavers on the soil As if it were the end of war Stained by the blood, Emotions gone far away Believing that amnesia stole his mind Left with nothing else than emptiness Fighting his way forward Blinded by the thickness of mist Revealing only more questions Thus worsening his lamentations The fog silently dissipated Showing him a man he once knew Knelt, begging and crying Before a lifeless body Shouting still and still The man did not seem to hear him He approached to look Instead he stumbled upon his own corpse Fighting his way forward Towards his purgatory These words tormented him Perpetually, it can't be!