Pain–Oh, the Pain
Released not by the drenching rain
Blood–Oh, the Blood
Pouring down upon the mud
Violence, gun shots, the Reaper is Here
The Death of me is very near
Again, the Pain is searing
My Scream, is it the one I’m hearing
Cold–Oh, the Cold
Warmed not by a mother’s hold
Burn–Oh, the Burn
Of its Lesson I do learn
Lying here, dying here, My brothers too
For Peace, For Freedom, Killed for You.