The Ground of the Fallen

In the turmoil of the wars to come Where the blood is shed by thousands Raised to fight and never understand Who the hell decides your fate You're damned to believe The prize that you'll never reach The Ground of the Fallen From the fields afar where patriots die and rot To the walls where the traitors will be hung Every man will see their life slip from their hands All our bones are covered in the end You lived down on your knees In chains you were told that you were free What you built around your conquers, none of it remains Time will soon start telling other tales Who decides your fate?