Sing To Your Sisters, Your Brothers Are Dead

The Army Retreated, The Soldiers Have Fled

The Carcass Of Nations Lies Out On The Plain

For Many To Question But None To Explain



Such Carnage, Destruction



They Came In Their Thousands, To Die For Belief

In A Guardian Of Freedom, Once Branded A Thief

Led To Their Slaughter, To Fight For Their Wife

Trapped By A System That Demands Only Life



Such Carnage, Destruction



The Corpses Are Buried The Day May Yet Come

When Man Reaps The Land With A Plough Not A Gun

The Sorrow Of Millions Will Be Buried With Them

That Demanded The Death Not The Life Of Those Men



Such Carnage, Destruction