While the field was on fire,
her charisma saved me from my pyre;

Her love was steadier than a soldier's eye,
never realized that soon it'd be a goodbye;

She loved me more than a sepoy loves his motherland,
always took away my pains with her winsome hand;

The picture was clear I was winning,
but in the midst misprized the enemy's inning;

The enemy came through us leading,
and vanquished us apart bleeding;

If time turned i'd go and fight like thor,
but nothing that matters now as it is a lost war.