• Night the shadow the covers Earth
    Black as ashes from the hearth
    Crimson be the blood that's shed
    From the bodies of the dead
    And yet the soldiers still fight on
    But for those who die, there is no dawn
    Forced to fight and so they die
    And yet their leaders do not cry
    While our families drown and sink
    Our suited leaders sit back and drink
    To them our names are words on a page
    They don't care, we just pay their wage
    So salute your leader and aim your gun
    Under them, this is never done.

    To those who died and those who are dying R.I.P