Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our butchery.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall
Are you deaf when you hear the seasons call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Ev'ry blade is sharp, the arrows fly,
Where the victims of your armies lie.
Where the blades of grass and arrows reign,
There will be no sorrow, be no pain.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI