War

the greatest castles fall
but the thoughts that we fought
are still standing tall

the greatest warriors die
but their stories remain
and their souls are alive

ghosts are in the sky and under the earth
blood soaks the dirt
as well as sweat soaks me
'till the truce is called for the night

and the moon is high
how can i be so cold
lying on the dirt
still warm from the war and blood
and the hell burning under it

someone in heaven should remember me tonight
dawn should be late this time