Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Every blade is sharp the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies' lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows reign Then there will be very little sorrow, Very little pain.
Confusion...will be my epitaph As I cross a cracked and broken path If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh.
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