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Ashes of the Homeland

The Holitter

Letra

    The autumn Sun on fields of gold
    A promise whispered, brave and old
    But iron clouds now stain the sky
    A distant thunder, a piercing cry
    The call to arms, the final breath
    They march away to meet their death

    The bells that rang for harvest time
    Now toll for those who crossed the line
    Empty chairs at every door
    Waiting for the ones at war

    Ashes of the homeland, scattered wide
    Cities crumble, no place to hide
    Rivers run red with forgotten dreams
    War's cruel hand tears at the seams
    Rise from the dust, oh weary soul
    In the ruins, we seek control!

    The horizon bleeds a fiery red
    Rumours fly of countless dead
    Not here, not yet, but getting close
    This peaceful land, a haunted host
    The crows descend on blackened fields
    The brutal truth the battle yields

    The granaries lie open, torn
    The mills will grind no further corn
    Our sons became the swords they wield
    We became the battlefield

    Ashes of the homeland, scattered wide
    Cities crumble, no place to hide
    Rivers run red with forgotten dreams
    War's cruel hand tears at the seams
    Rise from the dust, oh weary soul
    In the ruins, we seek control!

    When will they return to us?
    When will silence break the curse?
    Every dawn without their voice
    Reminds us war was not our choice

    Stone by stone we'll build again!
    Seed by seed we'll grow through pain!
    Though the banners burn tonight
    We'll survive to see the light!

    Fields of gold now turn to gray
    Smoke obscures the light of day
    Broken walls where children played
    Silent streets where prayers are prayed

    Echoes rise from broken stone
    Songs of sorrow, sung alone
    When the warriors ride away
    Hope is buried in the clay

    Ashes of the homeland, forever burned
    Lessons of loss that we have learned
    From village ashes, new fires ignite
    In the heart of darkness, we claim the light!
    Rise from the dust, oh weary soul
    In the ruins
    We are whole!

    The fields remember every name
    The stones recall who never came
    But dawn will break on new-born land
    Built by each surviving hand

    The fields are gone
    The fire's cold
    And we just
    Grow
    Old


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