The Debatable Lands

War often comes to call 

It passes and the victims fall 

At every battle that is fought 

With every blow, every thought 

It has been this way for 

Five hundred years or more 

Crushed by the unseen hands 

All across the debatable lands 

The victims of a common greed 

Cry across the barren field 

Silent rolling tumbleweed 

Lowly voices in the void 

There is a soldier with no home 

Facing a future as yet unknown 

Crossing empty fields of doom 

By only the light of a waning moon 

He walks with memories 

He has walked for centuries

And seen the broken times 

The battered down, read the signs 

And no one gets to decide 

If the soldier takes their side 

Crying for the ones who died 

Lonely voices of the void 

Because his future is his own 

The soldier walks alone 

Amidst the desolate and falling 

Concrete ruins, constant calling

Of those who want, those who follow 

Those who bite, those who swallow 

The soldier doesn't get to choose 

Those who win, those who lose 

There is none who has not sinned 

Wrongs are cast upon the wings 

No whispers on the wind 

Only victims in the void

It will not become never

Because the soldier will be forever

A warrior with no battled scars

An angel from the fallen stars 

White eagles cross a sullen sky

Where freedoms come to die 

From the sea to the sands 

All across the debatable lands 

The world may come to an end 

With nothing left to defend 

Broken, beaten and yet ascend 

For the victims of the void