Walk through the valley with neon soldiers
Let me take the breath from your life
Your mother may lay there, sound asleep and
At your age you'll never know a wife
Their head in linen, boys, they try
But soon spelled by the way
Lost into the memory of those who died
For in ashes our joys remain
And he's gone to his final reward
Seem the saddest soul
Towards the cold of remedy
Like the ones gone
This country was built on arrogance
And the blood of the fallen men
When brother shot brother those years ago
It did not happen here again
He's gone to his final reward
Seem the saddest soul
Towards the cold of remedy
Like the ones gone
Well, let us rise up now to become
Greater than we were before
The colors on this here flag
Yes, in that fire been forged
He's gone to his final reward
Seem the saddest soul
Towards the cold of remedy
Like the ones gone
compositores: Wilson/Readling
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