Wars, infection of planet Earth
Roars, of tanks, planes and guns
Denying many the right to birth

Doors, closed, hold behind them
horrors never to be seen.
Coarse, so thick and remorseless
their hearts must be...

Hoarse, their screams of ache
came horsing through the wind.
Force, is their key to the freedom
which one day, they'll surely attend.

It is unfair that they have to bear this pain,
but bear in mind, their blood will not go in vain.