.My brothers, they all have gone
to fields of our mourning
Four years now, they crossed our door>their faces are ghosts here
Oh mother, weep not your sons
will soon be returning
Oh father, I'll wake at dawn
to follow, avenging
They fell on December snow
their bodies.
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