A Nameless Grave
Peter Peavy Wagner, Marcos Rodriguez
In that endless plain
beneath the woods and hills,
there is a nameless grave.
From the dark past it remains in our times,
reflecting ourselves.
World in slavery,
the emperors rule the land,
force mankind to their knees.
Well, the faces changed but still we play that game
of masters and of slaves.
In a nameless grave
waiting for the day ,
buried in a nameless grave.
A cruel destiny we will never see,
buried in a nameless grave.
They´re the legions of the damned
and their blood has stained the land,
all the unknown buried in a nameless grave.
Through all times it was the same,
they have suffered all in vain,
all the unknown buried in a nameless grave.
We are the ones that shall recall,
just like the writings on the wall,
without the empires will fall.