A monument is standing tall Shining glory on wasted ground Veterans of paltry wars are kneeling above With opened minds and veins Suddenly an old, feeble man appears In depraved words he begins to chant: "So I´m standing here Like in my dreams I´ve died in vain Yet the thornscrown embraces my head" In a moment of intimancy he fell Earth turns black, where he toched the ground Shockwaves of hate escape from his opened chest Clouds of thunder are coming up The warriors died man by man By screaming in nameless horrors And the thunder, the screams and the hate Are gathered in a hellish symphony