"Burn 'em all! Slay an kill!" - 
Yells one part of my mind.
Drops of blood on my steel - 
Miles of corpses behind.

No regrets. No refuse - 
We have chosen our way.
We have nothing to lose,
And there's no one to pray.

"Stop it, fool! Sheathe your sword!" - 
Cries another in grief.
But we've lost all patience words.
Can't forget. Can't forgive.

We were born not for love,
We were born not for peace.
We have problems to solve - 
Our pain can't be seized.