As we ride into battle,
I wonder, "Is this our salvation?"
Charging into the fray,
"Is this my last day?"
Slaughtered like so many cattle
Is this our damnation?
One rattling, shuddering breath
Before that merciful death.
"Spirit cleansed and virtue reborn."
Comforting words for those who mourn.
Lies told, solemn oaths sworn
"Damned be those who scorn."
Let us end this devilish enterprise
That which has stolen so many lives
In the name of land and resources
And these pitiful, imaginary political discourses.
Let us be able to say
That the hell called war;
That it is no more,
It ends this day!