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 Dead 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