That have fallen here many years ago.
Today they live yet near the walls, where they have died.
But now they store memory of this war for a long time.
Every day they wait a sunrise.
Their spirit do not know a rest.
They blind.
Don't have a rest, doomed for long torments.
God forgive them.
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