Fire burns across the virgin plain
Everything is being devoured by flame
Buildings, shacks, beds, and homes
Fields and crops the fire roams
Sound the bugle now...
The earth ignites and is crying
People fall to the ground, many dying
The smell of burning flesh can be sensed
Everything beginning to fade away, the world is cleansed
Sound the bugle now...
Far cries can be heard away from here
In the direction it came is still unclear
A line of torches draws close the enemy is near
We watch in horror as our children are slain faces covered with fear
Sound the bugle now...
Our village is plundered for nothing of worth
Hearing them scream and shout with joy and mirth
They show us no mercy they kill us for fun alone
They are blood thirsty beasts that will never atone
Oh please sound the bugle now...
Our village destroyed everyone dead
The savages leave with the bugler's head
The society was burned to the ground leaving nothing
Not one left alive and for this they didn't take anything
And the bugle was never sound...
