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�In This Time Gone Mad�

Blood is falling
Soldiers calling
Screaming their last breath.
A bloody rain of tears fall
Down from holy grace.
Why are we here?
Why do we fall?
Never to be picked up again
For a point of no order
We die without a cause.
Every time we get colder
The limbs are dead
And no one�s living
Everyone is dead.
In this war of heroes
Who die without vain.
Arm in arm we march
To rage war
On a distant enemy
In this time gone mad.

Kristin Rademacher