The Guillotine - Part II

The bravest soldier still fears
Of the blood painted in the ground
Smoke covers the hill
Soldiers’ hopes are full of tears
Freedom is nowhere to be found

Hopeless, the soldiers are ready for a final round
They will march through the living dead
War has started with a frightening sound
Torments and fears are in the soldiers head

Bad news are spread
Their comrades are now gone
At heaven, they will not suffer from the lack of bread
At last the war is done

The smoke goes away as the sun shines
A new hero is about to raise as the old one declines.