Boris Nech

Lyrics

The sky was black with falling fire.
The ground was shaking underneath.
We marched into the mouth of hell
With fear concealed beneath our teeth.

No glory waiting in the distance.
No banners carried by the wind.
Just the sound of steel and thunder.
And prayers whispered through the din.

One more step.
One more mile.

Holding the line all the while.

We are the sons of the battlefield.
Forged in the smoke and flame.
Carrying scars that never heal.
Forgotten names.

We are the ones who stood our ground.
When the darkness closed us in.

And if we fall,

We fall as brothers in the end.

The cold crept deep into our bones.
The nights were longer than the years.
We learned to walk beside the dead.
We learned to live beside our fears.

Every sunrise felt borrowed.
Every breath a gift of fate.
Still we carried one another
Through the jaws of hate.

One more step.
One more mile.

Holding the line all the while.

We are the sons of the battlefield.
Forged in the smoke and flame.
Carrying scars that never heal.
Forgotten names.

We are the ones who stood our ground.
When the darkness closed us in.

And if we fall,

We fall as brothers in the end.

No statues.
No reward.

Only the burden of war.

No triumph.
No applause.

Only the memory of those we lost.

For every cross beneath the sky.
For every soldier left behind.
For every promise never kept.
For every mother left to weep.

We remember.

We are the sons of the battlefield.
Forged in the smoke and flame.
Carrying scars that never heal.
Forgotten names.

We are the echoes of the fallen.
The last defenders of the line.

And though our bodies fade,

Their sacrifice survives.

The guns fall silent.

The memory remains.