This insisting war is like a raging fire
With the heat of the battle growing higher
Surrounded by malicious, murderous desires
All brought here by persistent liars.

Life seems like forfeit, something we should willingly destroy
Are we nothing but a pawn? Like a simple child’s toy
For war to be told truthfully it would take a man consumed by madness
And to describe the after effects of war you would need a family consumed by grief and sadness.

Here in this land hell seems like a blissful dream
But death, blood, murder and needless sacrifice is what to me it means
Dulce et decorum est propatria mori is a trick to lead any man to the death of his life
The atrocities of war are my own painful end.