The Silent Graves of Germany (Remastered)

[Instrumental-Intro] [E-Guitar extreme Riffs] [Hook] [...] [Verse 1] In the shadow of marching boots in Germany, The skies turned gray, no sun to see. Four brothers called to serve the land, Their lives now held by fate’s cold hand. [Pre-Chorus] They were too young to understand, The weight of war, the broken plans. Their homeland called, they had no say, Just fallen boys in war’s cruel play. [Chorus] Who will cry for Germany’s sons, For the lives lost before they’d begun? In the silence of the autumn rain, Their stories echo, but not their names. [Verse 2] Germany wept as her fields turned red, Her children gone, her future bled. No glory rose, just endless pain, As letters told who’d not return again. [Pre-Chorus] They carried guns, but not their years, They fought for home, yet drowned in fears. Their songs of youth were swept away, By war’s unending disarray. [Chorus] Who will cry for Germany’s sons, For the lives lost before they’d begun? In the silence of the autumn rain, Their stories echo, but not their names. [Guitar Solo extrem] [Bridge] The soil of Germany holds their cries, Beneath her trees, her fields, her skies. But we forget, we turn away, And leave their voices to decay. [Outro] So light a candle for the lost, For Germany’s children, and every cost. Their stories live if we recall, The brothers who once stood so tall. [Final End] In every tear, their names will flow, Through whispered winds and falling snow. [retrograde] [Gitarren-Solo] [fade out] [end] [end]