Remember, remeber, the days they gather
Fallen souls in fields of green
Burning bullets that wiped them clean
Tearing through hearts like molten ember
The cries of women who lost their dear
The children living in a world of fear
Agents of evil with their agenda of terror
Faceless men wearing masks as honor
In propaganda, men build their wealth
Staking cards they haven't been dealt
Filling the skies with smoke and metal
A rain where it doesn't get wetter
Facing consequences, the rats have run
To their sewers, where they have no fun
The blood and tears mean nothing for them
Families are just fuel for them to burn
But in the battlefield, fear the child
Who carries corpses in his stride
With a pledge of justice, heard by everyone
Unlike vanishing promises, of those lower than scum