The Plague of a Coming Age

Is this my native soil or a ground for an enemy
Something to live on or something to die for
Is this my destiny or the reason to live
Something to remember or simply forget

traitor for some, a hero for others
brother against another

This is the plague of a coming age

Are these the monuments of tomorrow and hope
Or just a graves for the past, hanged in these ropes
Are these the unknown times or just a regressed history
Is this is the plague of a coming age?

traitor for some, a hero for others
brother against another

Marked with a burning steel, scarred for our fathers
This is the sign of the plague, the sign of a coming age