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ANUBI : Seasons of war

It was summer, that fine uniform, warm and light, with our flag worn. And a rifle I could barely hold, to guard the land from fears untold. To defend a border built on lies, an old ideal that slowly dies. They teach us that the foe’s unfair, but lucky us, we fight for care. They erase all trace of empathy, till hatred sweeps us like the sea. No idea truly holds its ground, while they feed us doubts all around. But what is freedom, what is wealth, if death itself is justice dealt? To guard the rights of greedy lords, who paint the world in shades of war. As long as their hands stay clean, they build new walls to fuel the dream. Sweetest love, this wasted life, just don’t let it fade from sight. It was autumn, ruins tall, firing shots, forced to fall. Boys just like us, same frightened eyes, alone in trenches, clutching lies. A photo, a whisper, one last "I love you," life's a game now, easy to undo. From far away, a life seems small, just one more name among them all. They erase all trace of empathy, till hatred sweeps us like the sea. And in this madness, sacrifice, we live on hate, no truth, no price. But what is freedom, what’s the cost, if all these deaths are honor lost? To guard the gold of thieving kings, who drink the blood of those who bleed. The important thing is to stay away, for death is cheap when many pay Sweetest love, this wasted life, just don’t let it fade from sight. It was winter, lost in the cold, as the field lay white and bold. A single shot from up above, my body falls, embraced by snow. My love, my darling, this is goodbye, I die for nothing, under this sky. My love, my dearest, snow calls my name, forever bound, my bride remains. And in this madness, sacrifice, we live on hate, no truth, no price. No idea truly holds its ground, while they feed us doubts all around. But what is freedom, what is wealth, if death itself is justice dealt? To guard the gold of thieving kings, who drink the blood of those who bleed. As long as they don’t pay the toll, it’s cheap when bodies line the road. Sweetest love, this wasted life, just don’t let it fade from sight. It was spring, the graves stood bright, rows of ghosts left out of sight. Children’s eyes along the hill, picking flowers, quiet, still. No warning signs, no lesson learned, tomorrow, war will rise in turn. But what is freedom, what’s the cost, if all these deaths are honor lost? To guard the gold of thieving kings, who drink the blood of those who bleed. As long as they don’t pay the toll, it’s cheap when bodies line the road. Greatest love, this wasted life, now forgotten, lost in time. Greatest love, this wasted life, now forgotten, lost in time. MADE WITH SUNO AI #anubi #war #music