The game stays the same
Players change in nature and name
The city is wrecked and rebuilt again
War heroes are trod upon
With their memories anthemed in song
They come and go
Like annual fall of snow
They’ve come and gone
Now life goes on
Died at the hands of ordinary citizens
Lost their souls in exchange for success
Whether wealthy or struggling
Don’t sell your soul for paper with animal printing
They come and go
Like annual fall of snow
They’ve come and gone
And now for some, life goes on.
