battle leaves the marks behind.
fields of blood, you will find.
blood stained sky, the reddest rose,
singing for old woman's woes.
slipping under black moonlight,
fall to the ground, curl up tight.
blood stained sky, the reddest rose,
listen to old man's woes.
lost of love, consumed in fear,
she cannot speak, she cannot hear.
blood stained sky the reddest rose,
crying for dead infant's woes
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