So here it is
The war returns
All thundering and bloody
No stranger to this curse
Spilled much blood
Slayed, my blade bloody
All crimson red
All blood rusty
The foul stench
Young life lost
Knights clad in iron
All strong, fortified
To mow down peace
To bring down life
Now death shall haunt
The battlefield bloody
The souls lost
On plains of violence
On grounds of struggle
The cause mundane
The trivial quarrel
Yet cost so costly
Ended streams of life
All young, so bright
Caught up in fight
Not theirs to part with
Now they haunt
Their soul crying out
To homeland take us
Tired searching, broken ghosts
Now no one knows
Our vainglory, foolhardy
