Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory
You talk of freedom, starving children fall
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turn their face
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace
Every blade is sharp, the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie
Were the blades of grass and arrows rain
Then there'll very little sorrow, very little pain
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl, a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
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