In the cold winter rain,
Mixing with falling ash,
I try to ignore the pain
As his life is fading fast.
Rosaries fall to the ground,
As he takes his last breath.
A life taken by a rifle round.
A soul escorted by Death.
My sad tears begin to flow.
The first time I begin to cry.
Never have let myself go.
In war, I am going to die.
In the falling evening sleet,
I have accepted my fate.
I'm ready to face defeat,
And leave this hellish state.
I climb out of the trench.
And stare across the land.
Nothing but an awful stench,
My death is close at hand.
I hear the machinegun's rattle.
As the mortars fall downward
Soldiers slaughtered like cattle.
As the armies press onward.
In the midnight snowfall,
My soul is finally set free.
It answered the angel's call.
The war is now over for me.
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