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In the Elysian fields

Of heroic deeds,

Come my friends

And kneel with me,

In bloody fields

That were once green,

Is now a field of blood red poppies,

Where the vanquished lie

Under the cold ground,

No more roars,

No more sound of war,

No more sound at all,

No bird song

As I walk along,

Tears roll down my cheeks,

In the field of Elysium

Heroic life ended,

In the name of protecting the weak.