Warfare's Legacy

They came upon the dreary place Where crickets were silent and owls were mum And washed away the innocence of grace With swift movements of their haunted mace Whistling the tune of fatality’s anthem They came upon the dreary place Whose repugnant steps were danger’s embrace Scrape the scum of corrupt global bottom And washed away the innocence of grace Earsplitting shots through the silent chase But they fought for their restricting freedom They came upon the dreary place Normality’s people have evaporated without a trace Because the Devil’s game is always handsome And washed away the innocence of grace When rotting corpses accumulate in the showcase Hundreds of raped souls scream carpe diem They came upon the dreary place And washed away the innocence of grace.