Every fight has a consequence
The loss of men
The peace is ruined
Every plan has a price

Power in the wrong hands,
Everyone’s nightmare,
Blood smothered all over the field
Although souls still remain, while the memories still exist, rather dim

To be defeated is as if you were nothing
To have achieved is as if you were/are invincible
The hatred of countries
Mobs and protests bombard the capital

Disappointment is a feeling no one is pleased by
Too much power should not live on
Power should be love and peace
Does it take war to bring people together?

Does war resolve problems
Having men sacrifice their lives just because you want revenge,
The lives of men scattered,
Blood in every corner

Is the Death of men pleasing to you?
Cannons gunshots,
Next thing you know it,
You are lying on the ground trying to reverse what happened

All you see is nothing-pure darkness
All your happy memories,
Gone your soul is now empty
Although your spirit still lives