War
Battles fought
And wars are won
As we sought
Ruin with our guns
But my head
Fears the cost
As tears are shed
And lives are lost
The end is nigh
The war is done
Enemies lie
Dead with their sons
I watch them die
Through the night
Hear their final cry
See their last sight
As my soul was rent
For my sins are still
Because I consent
I went for the kill
Now I will repent
Time to pay the bill
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