Here I stand on tombstones and ashes.
Watch how the sky lights up, as if it was forth of July.
Side by side with brothers of arms, standing on tombstones and ashes.
We wonder if our savior will come, and if he will be wearing black.
Here we stand on tombstones and ashes, fighting a cause no longer known to us.
Tombstones and ashes, we fade now like dust, ghost's of the past forever lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem