Dead humans everywhere Fields and streets full of blood Enemies from all directions Are fighting against us Friends are dieing beside us But we have the will to live We realize the sickness of war We know the sickness of hate We realize the sickness of war We know the sickness of hate Come of fight Sickness of war Sickness of hate Oodles of blood must be shed To defeat our enemies Sickness of war Sickness of hate Sickness of war Sickness of hate Dieing Fighting