War - Onra

This is War

I Lie Wounded on Wintery Ground

With Hundred of Corpses around

Many Wounded Crawl Helplessly around

On the Blood Red Snowy Ground

War

Cries of the (ha, ha) Suffering Sound

Cries for Help to All Their Dear Moms

War

Many Hours of Music

Many Drops of Blood

Many Shiverings and Now I Am Dead

And Still We Must Never Give up

War