Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead
The army retreated, the soldiers have fled
The carca** of nations lies out on the plain
For many to question, but none to explain
Such carnage, destruction
They came in their thousands, to die for belief
In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief
Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife
Trapped by a system that demands only life
Such carnage, destruction
The corpses are buried, the day may yet come
When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun
The sorrow of millions will be buried with them
That demanded the d**h, not the life of those men
Such carnage, destruction