The priceless bodies surround me

The sea is filled with innocent blood

The sound of bullets and bombs

Tears in the gravestones

Women become widows

Children become orphans

Men become dead

Only more destruction follows

It's raining bombs and grenades

Lives are blown apart

War doesn't determine who is right

but only who is left

Why do we kill aimlessly?

Why do we transform cities to rubble?

Why do we create orphans and widows?

Why do we open the gates of Hell?

The grim reaper grins happily

It's his favorite day

He is filled with zeal and insanity

As he collects what truly belongs to him

Do we kill for glory?

for money?

for superiority?

or to simply let loose the gates of Hell?

War is death

War is destruction

War is hatred

War is tears

War is innocent blood

War is bombs and grenades

War is rubble

War is money

War is Hell