i cut my hair and knelt on the ground
no soul in sight, just the distant humming sound
i pray for the brother who fought by me
i pray for their blood shed that you'd never see
await i do, for the distant dream
to come true, and make me serene
to see honor to be my brother's name
he who fought for his country, not for fame
we were 13 to exact, to be precise
were called upon, to put things right
when chaos reigned
only death in sight
we just fought and awaited death
and once were even, in its nest
i woke up to see blood all over the place
only to look up into my brother's face