Death it brought
The foul stench
Orphans and widows
Corpses and death
War was here
Many it sent
To hell blazing
To grave deep
Robbed of life
Prosperity indeed?
Now generals hail
The kings rejoice
This land they conquered
No one survived
They loot and pillage
Murder and rape
This is the right
The privlege of labour
Of labor to massacre
To give into mischief
