This struggle has plagued this life for far too long,
With a grave too small to wage this war,
Death must compile this very hole,
Adding turmoil and despair
to an unrivaled death toll

Red the tint of this incoming mist,
A forced labor by a ongoing slaughter,
Where limbs lay dispersed thru ought this land
Derailed and deteriorated by these contingent hands
And as this blood of mine soils this barren waste
My Evils shall succumb thy land,
fertilizing till no end

And this battle rages on
With no victor in sight
For I am the infidel and the countrymen
The axis as I the ally
The Judge and the jury
With a covenant to both sides
I own this massacre
As war of mine
A massacre I belong
a war of mine I shall lose