In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We have fought for our lives
And for those, who are still alive.
Most are dead, glassed away,
But our spirit leads the way,
to repel, The Covenant.
and now, we make a deal,
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
I am the dead.
Short days ago we lead,
The ongoing heroic humans
That tries to live, another day
And now, we lay
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
by: Sargent Rake Donsom in the Covenant-Human war, a edited copy of Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae's 'In Flanders Fields'
