1.)
I told them that the sorrow will come,
But they thought that this battle is won,
Our army was mighty and strong,
But the sorrow had this battle won,

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Marchers of sorrow conquering the land,
Figures of horror, i prophesed the end,
So i lay down, await their arrive,
Preparing my end, killing my live,

2.)
Now dark clouds cover the fields,
These wound will never heal,
Where is the morning dawn,
When will over saviour come,

Chorus