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'