O! you son of hell,
why have you made us live in despair?
You land ringing the death bell,
and turn the heaven on earth to hell.
Every time you come and go,
a forest of dead bodies you sow.
You are pleased looking at the blood flow,
yet, you desire for more?
Cant you feel the stirring emotions?
Cant you see all this demolition?
Cant you hear the cries of sorrow?
Under the rain of ashes and rainbow of arrows...
You sound deeper than a thunder,
you do not easily surrender,
you are that bug in the fruit,
on this holy earth, you are the bitter truth.
