The drums of war

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Sunrise paints the broken pane,
Another dawn, another reign
Of shadows creepin', cold and vast,
Whispers of a time that's passed.
They send them marching, young and bold,
Stories of glory, brave and old.
But out there, in the dust and fire,
Hope explodes upon the pyre.
Another flag ripped from the mast,
A chilling silence, built to last.

The drums of war, they pound so deep,
While mothers in their silence weep.
For hollow victories, bitter gain,
Just endless sorrow, endless pain.

Hear the echoes of the fallen,
Their names on winds, forever callin'.
No hero's welcome, just the dread,
Of empty rooms and words unsaid.
The war machine, it grinds and takes,
A thousand beating hearts it breaks.
And mothers' tears, a bitter rain,
Will wash away this bloody stain!

The polished boots, the iron will,
Another mountain, standing still.
But deep beneath, the earth groans low,
For seeds of hatred that they sow.
They speak of freedom, righteous cause,
Ignoring all of nature's laws.
Just broken bodies, left behind,
For a peace they'll never find.
The rifle's crack, a final sound,
As brave men fall upon the ground.

The drums of war, they pound so deep,
While mothers in their silence weep.
For hollow victories, bitter gain,
Just endless sorrow, endless pain.

Hear the echoes of the fallen,
Their names on winds, forever callin'.
No hero's welcome, just the dread,
Of empty rooms and words unsaid.
The war machine, it grinds and takes,
A thousand beating hearts it breaks.
And mothers' tears, a bitter rain,
Will wash away this bloody stain!

From every border, every shore,
We've heard this cursed tale before.
The children's cries, the broken dreams,
Washing over blood-soaked streams.
When will this madness ever end?
When will our broken spirits mend?

Hear the echoes of the fallen,
Their names on winds, forever callin'.
No hero's welcome, just the dread,
Of empty rooms and words unsaid.
The war machine, it grinds and takes,
A thousand beating hearts it breaks.
And mothers' tears, a bitter rain,
Will wash away this bloody stain!

No more! No more! The cannons cease! Let silence bring a fragile peace! For all the lives that paid the price, In this cold, endless sacrifice! Yeah!