War! A mystic of nature
Where gun sound turns to music of the town
Hope is doubtless for the creature
Days are spent in dismay and sadness
The atmosphere in the town was tensed
Kindred blood has counted for less than no value

The earth was scorched at non-day night
No route of escape was opened to one
Blood flows in the city a lot
Earth has stop breathing and sighed
Communal loot has emptied our land silos
The land has turned to hoeing rock

No one is sure of what the future holds
It turns our land to a barren land
Atmosphere is hot even during winter
Where streets are emptied of young adult
War! A mystic nature of disaster