The war beyond my eyes soon keeps
Death consumes its countless lives
So many times our eyes do weep
Fighting till the victor won we strive

Abundance of men with arms they bear
Line by line they seem willing to fight
To which all love and charity no longer care
From which gruesome combat elects the night

The earth stained red from souls of war
As trees and shrubs take watch the fields
The scent of battle knocks to your door
Though human struggles can't pierce nature's shield

To which does war restore human life
For war only snares good men from thier wives