Smoke rises from the battlefield
And ravens black in the sky
The butcher's bill comes nigh
.
Bodies litter the battlefield
Friends and foes alike
This you know
We are all the same
The day we die
.
Rich and poor
Strong and weak
All the same
Brought to knees
By death
Whose skin color
He doesn't see
.
So gather the dead
Friend and foe alike
Dig a pit
Throw them in
And bury them
.
In death we are all equal
Just empty souless corpse
Underneath the ground