We are born of stone
And etched by winds
We were cast aside to live or die
We are the pawns in our own game

The flags we wave are sanctified
To all the bones that have lived and died
Even as our presence is set a blaze
Like refugees in a holy war
We step on ever shifting grounds
Promoting what we have done right

For countless days we fought alone
Directionless and vulnerable
Sitting targets wearing solum faces
We lay embraced in the arms of dawn
In the faded echoes of a pointless time
And statuettes constructed of ignorance

Even as the clock hand speaks
We pay no mind to ware we are
Truly we are not alone to die
But doomed to our own privet hell
No one of us will go un-saved
By the battles we have waged
A vicious circle we have built
Constructed from our shame and guilt

The tender steel we sit inside
Decays at the centuries of war
And tumbles down into the sea

In the silent nights
We await Kerensky’s guiding light
To be born again in the fallen shadows
Of a golden time long ago
For before us lie the age old Star League