In peace...
Sons bury their fathers
In war...
Fathers bury their sons
So are we at war
Are we...at war
Because today all there is death
Fathers burying sons as mothers and daughters cry in vain
Not understanding the pain that course through their veins 
Screeching why at the top of their lungs
Unable to breathe in the depths of hell
As they fall to their knees praying to their gods
Are we at war
Or is this some type of twisted peace
Because sons are burying their fathers
Who they never knew because their fathers were always away
Looking into the reflecting pool only to see themselves in blooded tears
Forcing their sons to become men at early ages
Causing them to become so conflicted they commit sins to compensate
Attempting to fill the dark void in their already shattered hearts  
Opening the gates of hell becoming demons that feed off the souls of others
Thus the cycle begins again
So are we at war
Are we...at war
Or is this just the true face of peace