Sun is itching open wounds
sea turned blood red

War is gone
but its scars remain

Flocks of vultures
clouding over dead

Stalking those
who are near steps of hell

Boots of marchers
striking so hard

Disturbing sleep of those
who buried beneath

Some bat for
peace and prosperity
that follows the war

They were the same
who torn this land apart

Prosperity might be a
far fetched dream

But you know it's grim
when soldiers don't sing

It's sad to dig own's grave
It's sadder
when land is short to dig a grave

That's how my motherland is now
I watch it burning in hell
while I wait at the doorsteps of hell

I welcome you all to the land of war