When cannon roar and young men die. Sated is the reaper?
Never.

The archer  loads the bowstring taught and what does he deliver ?
Death.

The stinging thorns that swiftly fly. Where do they rest ?
in quiver.


And slowly does he map the flight, and loose the shaft  to split the night. A fiery comet burning bright, a fatal blow
deliver.

The dogs of war are ever near. when do they rest ?
Never.