Now Barely Three

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Broken soldiers from broken homes
The cycle repeats and those left die alone
I am the cause of this tragedy
Because of me six thousand soldiers now barely three
Burning their rifles with nothing to eat
Then came a storm and we left behind those now enshrined
Rest eternal in the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame, from my heart
From this pain I couldn't stop
Kings prepare in their vanity while their boys die in insanity
Twenty four years I've made war into fortune and I long to
Rest eternal in the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame, from my heart
From this pain I couldn't stop
A cruel disguise
Inside the storm you'll suffer from his lies
Cold haunting eyes and blackened skies
You face defeat, nothing will calm the cries
They killed the king and swore to burn
The pieces of our broken eternal realm
Die soldier, die
Go conquer paradise
A lonely grave beneath the mountains lie
Can't you see all the beacons are lit, death will come to all, a nation that slips beneath
the waves of shattered dreams, torn apart at the seams
You'll live forever through the tale of the dead
Twenty four years I've made war into fortune and I long to
Rest eternal in the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame, from my heart
Though it's tearing me apart
Rest eternal in the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame, from my heart
From this pain I couldn't stop