I am war,
I am hate,
You'll pray for my merci day after day,
But innocence will not stand in my way,
Yes I may torture,
Yes you may grieve,
But it's not me to blame,
It's all over fame,
The urge of power takes over the powerless,
And to this I must confess,
This is not my doing,
And to the rulers you give your wooing,
Your cheers for their brave act
You are oblivious to the fact,
That they are war not me!
