The clash of steel admist a wild battle,
Deep and loud the song resounds,
Many fall prey and let suffer the little,
And cries follow the sound of bombs that fall by the thousands.
To whom shall we owe this blade and blaze,
Why should heaven should let continue this carnage of craze,
Are the powers of good a fleeting vapor?
That the hellish nightmares of war they do not succor.
Lost in a blade and blaze of eternal torment,
Shall we see no more of good's amend?
Where shall the hope shine from?
If not from the cross where Jesus died on
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Harken my brothers, to rustling prayers,
Have you not already heard the screaming whispers?
Those whom blind hear much tears,
Those whom deaf see much fears.
Drop your ego, you croaking lion!
Your people are the ones suffering your fist of iron.
Sheath her now, that blade so bleak,
Cloud the blaze that vultures seek.
Let's rest war and let peace afloat,
So may we rest then in calm abode.
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