A battle begins at dawn's first light,Men from all over have come to fight.They will fight for their Gods in war they call holy,When all that they want, is unrighteous glory.They find their orders from texts that they read,But the theme of these words is wrongly perceived.They will follow their priest, their shaman, and their lies, Intending to fight till all men have died.
The voices of men echo across a bloody field,The battle is fought, while no man will yield.Steel clashed against steel has delivered bloodshed,And all but two men have now fallen dead.
These men are broken, their spirits are torn;Their bodies are weak, and their minds are worn.They cry out with pain and frustrationFor their comrades who have fallen for lying nations.They lay down their arms and embrace one another,They leave the field of battle with one arm 'round the other.
These men never forget the bloodshed spilled in their youth,And now they teach the simplest of truths.
Men are just men,And all are kin.
