We set the world ablaze
rage amidst cries for peace
tearing boots from bare feet.
Taking your sons no trace of your father
torn from your home for our bloody desire
leave lonely the flesh of your wives and daughter’s.
Built to burn the paper walls of hell
serfs march into death not beholden to self
our fire razed history while statues fell.
Victorious march over bloody cricks
corpses lay lost prone in corruption
wrath of men gory odds and ends.
Shadows pass on what once we knew
erstwhile mistakes we make anew
patres ex mortuis we take no cue.
Our match went out we cast away
twisted black line left in the snow
faces torn. countries worn.
Mourn for the earth.
Mourn no more.