Blood shed for lies, pass via river of Rhine, adjacent to wind swayed cornflowers; Some ten-years young’ boy races through iron fields; His glacial Eyes filled with fury and hate; Vengeance is the justice he sees and justifies; Clouds gathering to jeopardize the light; Running as fast as a loose horse, tasting its freedom; Trampling sprouting daisies with no heed; Years pass, here come the killing machines, steaming the skies, ravaging grounds; reinforced with steel plated hearts; Boy had been called’ for conscription; Hell breaks the dam; Ares is acclaiming in his grave; Erupting like volcanoes shells pounder the earth; Howitzers eradicate forests; foxes, wolves and rabbits scatter in chaos amongst cries of war; their juveniles helplessly die to quench the earth; Humanity, gifted with the greatest minds, produce to destroy; Thrives it in endless state of wars; Obelisks and guns point to the skies; Minds placed in darkness fight for control; And as death tightens her grip; He pleads forgiveness, Mother; For all the suffering he caused, he knew no better; They knew no better; And in his penitence, he offers a tributary Deathwish for mercy he himself had not showed; The leftovers of his time fading consciousness, the sickening elderly body; So that you can continue your fight – In the name of innocence; And he will join his fathers and their fathers in this grave; For a common daisy to illuminate the day;