The winds of war blow cold as ice and snow
Yet men fight for glory unto their death
Still driven by reasons we cannot know
To war we give our all, our very breath
How absurd, how pointless, battles to attend
And watch our comrades die in bloody war
To die in mud and filth, death is no friend
Instead oblivion is but a whore.
Strive for greatness, goodness, and repress
This endless horror. Stop the conflicts
Let our wishes become as a fortress
To end all battles and wars our edict
For of what value is a person’s life
if it's full of pain and stormy strife
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