• Dig us a hole
    The dead victims of War
    Place us and our friends
    Away to rest
    From this world of hate
    Let us rest

    Let the soil and grass capture us inside
    Until there is only left
    Bones piled high

    You see what you’ve done
    Old Goddess of War
    You’ve made this world
    Of resentment
    Even more horrid than before

    Oh, beautiful Earth
    Take my friends and me
    And nourish our bodies to the soil and grass

    Assist the world
    Remember who we are
    Let us not perish
    But remembered from the flowers
    Of witch rest on top of my friends and my grave