A war began a year ago,
A war we could avoid.
And now there is no place to go,
No future, only void.

A girl was killed the day before,
And now her coffin's made.
And speeches devil would abhor
Began to charge the maid.

'She is the only one to blame,
That's ****** place to hide!
She had no armor? What a shame!
That's no surprise she died!'

So, what it takes to place no guilt
On little maiden's head?
Is it to hold a wooden hilt
Of sword that stroke her dead?