Remembrance day

In the forest, in the snow All those many years ago Pale stones and epitaphs Mourning bells and half-mast flags In the cemetery where they fell All those many years ago And now it's just a memory...

Find a place in line, we're marching straight into the fire With our free will manifesto on our sleeves. Would you turn a blind eye to the freedom that surrounds us… Could you radiate the love that...