Are we friends or are we foes
through the human greed the hatred grows
the chronicle of humanity shows blood sheds and woes
the fires are burning, god let it snow.
For those who opposed the darkend crows
I cry and I cry till I can cry no more
but still be proud of those heros that choose
to fight the darkness and bring us hope
but that hope soon died in an act of grope
cause in these days of anger in these times of war
no one is singing those poems no more
"In flender's field where the poppies blow"
the human soul can take no more
oh god my lord let it snow
