We are going to war to fight for peace
we will leave our loved ones and release
the fiery battery through the sheiks
we will pull our shirts up from the sleeves
their past will be deleted and spread no more
even when they hide behind a slammed door
the bright and plentiful we adore
shall be berried under the earths floor
a new sun will rise from the east forever
as the army shall conquer and deliver
a bird has sung the song of a killer
and we will never cry or miss her
the ageing fruit has turned sour
so misfortune this land we will devour
so will can build a brand new tower
and the ground will sprout a new flower
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