Hello my friends.
Hello my brothers in arms.
 
The cracks on your
gravestones are getting
bigger as years go by.
People pass without
even a glance at you.
 
I can still hear the haunting cries
of your mothers, sisters, wives…
 
Every night I dream of a cold night.
The night in which you
were swallowed by a fiery thunder.
But in my dreams I am
going with you…