Epic Of War

War, the garden of

War, can you smell

War, can you taste

Hate, no release from

Hate, psychological

Hate, can you tolerate

Hate



Look at the devastation,

Fear of annihilation happening right before

My eyes

Now that the end is near,

Tell me what I'm doing here,

Looking for answers from the divine



Flesh, the garden of

Flesh, can you smell

Flesh, can you taste

Blood, the garden of

Blood, can you taste

Blood



I don't want to kill anymore, I won't kill



The sky above is raining red from a

Hundred thousand dead

But the general wants a hundred thousand

More

Move out and take that hill, the order is to

Maim and kill

It's time for us to even up the score



As I race into the fire, I have only one

Desire

Let me see the light, another day

Bombs bursting all around, shell-shocked

As I hit the ground

I struggle to my knees and start to pray



Can't tell if my brother's breathing, and I

Just can't stop the bleeding



I am my mothers' only son



Torture, the garden of

Torture, can you smell

Torture, can you taste

Pain, no release from

Pain, psychological

Pain, can you tolerate

Pain