Strain کے بول

Strain There we stood upon the ridge Awaiting the edge of dawn Watching the skies for signs of life Our faces lost in time This foreign land on which we stand Bears the marks of empathy The final days of sweat and strain Will live in infamy Our soldiers fled and our heroes bled As the axis made its advance False hopes remained though most disdained There is nothing left to see It's all gone way too far Never thought of consequences Forgetting where I've been Yet I see it in my dreams I can see the endless sky I can feel the fire burning Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? The morning after strikes The burning hammer falls Looking down on fields of fallen The future seems so bleak But we cannot surrender No we cannot surrender I can see the endless sky I can feel the fire burning Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?