IRC-Galleria

1918

Let the blood run, let the blood stream,
into the thousand lakes, when the lion divides.
Nation just seen the dawn, woken up in a hymn,
rised from dominion of eagle and bear.

Neighbours who fought together were now at different sides,
young nation in a civil war, colors of red and white.
Was there even a cause or was it worth of nothing?

There was the land, listening the morning lark,
singing the song of brotherhood and freedom,
mother, sisters, fathers and brothers,
wounds, terror and scars,
that will never heal.

Krista @ 10.12.2008. väsyneenä.