[Verse 1]
On the plains of Yorcure where the red grass grows,
Beneath the sun where the dry winds' blow,
We laid them down by the thousands more,
Men of iron hearts and forgotten wars.
Shovels ringing like tolling bells,
Digging graves where the silence dwells,
The stars look down and turn away,
As we bury the lost day after day.
[Chorus]
And we ask the night, do you feel the cost?
Of all the blood that this war has lost?
Do the moons weep too in the skies so wide,
For the dead we’ve sown on the battlefield's tide?
Will it ever end? Will the stars forgive?
Or are we doomed to bury more than live?
[Verse 2]
Their faces fade like a dream undone,
Just numbers now beneath Vega’s sun.
No hymns are sung, no names are called,
Only ashes and dust where the brave men fall.
The ground’s grown tired, the soil won’t sleep,
It groans with secrets it’s sworn to keep.
We dig and dig, but the earth grows sore—
She weeps for sons she'll hold no more.
[Chorus]
And we ask the night, do you feel the cost?
Of all the blood that this war has lost?
Do the moons weep too in the skies so wide,
For the dead we’ve sown on the battlefield's tide?
Will it ever end? Will the stars forgive?
Or are we doomed to bury more than live?
[Bridge]
Once we dreamed of stars and peace,
Of golden days and war's release.
Now we trade our hopes for steel,
For ghostly echoes and wounds that won’t heal.
We whisper names no one recalls,
Build stone markers and skyward walls.
And every grave steals a piece of soul—
A story lost in a cratered hole.
[Chorus]
And we ask the night, do you feel the cost?
Of all the blood that this war has lost?
Do the moons weep too in the skies so wide,
For the dead we’ve sown on the battlefield's tide?
Will it ever end? Will the stars forgive?
Or are we doomed to bury more than live?
Wandering_Zealot
