She is a citizen of many nations
With her love withdrawn from their progress
She has sown the seed of war
On a fertile land of bloodshed.
How she disturbs our peace with every blow
Claiming to do more as she wishes
Oh who is there to clip her wings
In which dwells her unflinching strength?
With her rope she binds her assumed enemies
Who gather to determine her downfall
This is the Spirit of Violence
Which puts to flight the nations' calm and tranquility.