Spikers - In Coffins

Coming back home, all that left Frozen zinc domes, enclosing death heft Massacre prey they silently lay Feeling everything, but nothing they can say “… As I write these words to you Harsh reality is coming true Enemies will soon attack None of us will ever come back …” Come back, come back, we wanted to come back To live our lives without fierce attacks The lack of luck has brought us to that land To find the gruesome end, the bestial dead end Lament of wives, daughters in tears They put down their lives for pain and for fears Dark and cold is the burial ground Place where decay all of the wounds “… Please don’t cry for us because we are here Our spirits cannot disappear Trapped between alive and the dead No one hears the words we have said …” We said, we said, we aren’t dead we said But no one hears and no one turn their heads Newcomers will renew the row of death Renew the row of death, afterwards their last breath Thousand souls they stalk in shadows Hearing laments of their mothers Remnants of their bodies rotten Soldiers’ been forgotten, their lives have been forgotten Another slain return back home in coffins… “Mother, hear me, please Hear me, I’m alive Mother, hear me, please Hear me, I’m alive”