Lamentations Over Soils of War
He awoke from a nightmare to another
Where men murdered each other
Mist covered the cadavers on the soil
As if it were the end of war

Stained by the blood,
Emotions gone far away
Believing that amnesia stole his mind
Left with nothing else than emptiness

Fighting his way forward
Blinded by the thickness of mist
Revealing only more questions
Thus worsening his lamentations

The fog silently dissipated
Showing him a man he once knew
Knelt, begging and crying
Before a lifeless body

Shouting still and still
The man did not seem to hear him
He approached to look
Instead he stumbled upon his own corpse

Fighting his way forward
Towards his purgatory
These words tormented him
Perpetually, it can't be!