's time to get soldiers the night of respite is over,
is livid dawn on the hill,
frozen hands on the weapon
shadow away his face, there is a
rude sergeant who calls.
Death is a cry in the sky
the breath of life light
left in his hair,
is time soldier,
you lost
still enshrines the story.
The light of the lantern
jokes on his face marked,
go slow and flee
shreds of hours away.
Time is that general
you've never met
asks
right now and you have between your fingers
clear that a shiver of light.
will not be enough,
already know that nickel
sun
to buy a pardon,
a fierce cry of fire
a flight broken oblique and
brink rose in the east,
breathe the mysterious silence
over the moon that shines.
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