I’ve seen the gore across the seas,
In the name of oil, diamonds, and those precious in-betweens.
Commoner, peasant, I beg you to heed my tale,
To follow the rich is a road straight to Hell.
My brothers, I love, I blame you not,
Our souls were taken, our minds left to rot.
They promised their love, they promised their care,
When we come to collect, there is nothing there.
Their words were like gold, their oaths like the sun,
Yet when the war ended, we stood there with none.
No crowns for the weary, no rest for the damned,
Only ghosts at our heels, and blood on our hands.
