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• Artiste: Ancient Rites
• Titre: Ypres
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On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post Celebration in the city of Ypres, again a new year was born Not on this place of eternal silence, where quietly souls mourn For time did not matter on this site, of the graveless dead Near the leafless trees, we somehow met On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post Born in different times, we never knew each other, Born in different times, we never even met But on this night when the world celebrates, believe met: But on this night when the world celebrates, I regret your dead On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post Thousands of names engraved, poor souls fate did not spare The night was cold, the wind unkind, still wondering what brought me there Born in different times, we never even met But on this night when the world celebrates believe me: I regret your dead Tragic appearance, your uniform torn, your skin full of dirt We did not speak, nor laugh or cry, did not utter a single word We kept an honourable distance, borders of time cannot be crossed As ther is between the living, who hold on to live at any cost And the dead, whose lifes and dreams along with their bodies lost Here you appear, probably a trick of the mind that I might have lost