Battle ground, harvest is complete.
The shade blocked the sunlight
And day became a night.
Souls of soldiers circle above the field.
Their home is not here.
In the depth of the sphere.
It was coined by human beings -
Wait for war, if you want peace.
Time laughs at us without hiding,
Looks at the world from the space.
But we measure our life by the fighting.
We create enemies for ourselves.
Here comes the senseless bloodbath.
The winds will start the great flame.
And mad horses will go on the warpath.
On the dead grass that’s burning in vain.
Eon still will follow straight its course.
But flags would not be raised,
No one will know the names.
Air is useless when the dead man falls.
The wormwood grows so fast
Through black remains and dust.
People know that as before -
If you wat peace, wait for war.
Time laughs at us without hiding,
Looks at the world from the space.
But we measure our life by the fighting.
We create enemies for ourselves.
Here comes the senseless bloodbath.
The winds will start the great flame.
And mad horses will go on the warpath.
On the dead grass that’s burning in vain.
It was coined by human beings -
Wait for war, if you want peace.
Time laughs at us without hiding,
Looks at the world from the space.
But we measure our life by the fighting.
We create enemies for ourselves.
Here comes the senseless bloodbath.
The winds will start the great flame.
And mad horses will go on the warpath.
On the burnt grass that’s dying in pain.