As a distant hero
Struggled to lay his frozen hands on a rifle,
They chose to spend their lives in a river of fear.
As all their dreams are shattered,
Their arms are crossed
They sacrificed their futures
To live a breathless life
With no prayers,
No bells,
You knock on the door of hell.
Whilst you hear the faint sound of mumbling;
Whilst you enter a broken sea of glory.
