Poltava Lyrics

The ground feels so cold to me
yet summer is here so luminous and warm
This place feels not like home to me
But this is still the place I'll die

All those promises of golden days
Slipping through my fingers like sand
All those words that I held so true
Crumbles like dust in my dying hand

All those promises of golden days
Slipping through my fingers like sand
All those words that I held so true Crumbles like dust in my dying hand

Ten thousand men has gone
I'll soon be one of them
So many lives for the reaper

If I could I would spread my wings
But I'm just a dying man
If I could I would take your hand

It sounds like the end is here
The guns have stopped their thundering rain
Those days of golden glory
Seems so far away

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