As the Bullets Hail,
On the fields of earth,
At home mothers wail,
Alone by their hearth,
...
On the summers breeze,
The leaf will fly,
It glides with ease,
Its reach is high,
...
Fields Of War
As the Bullets Hail,
On the fields of earth,
At home mothers wail,
Alone by their hearth,
Fathers and sons conscripted,
The women left wounded,
War plans are Encrypted,
Mens fates then Concluded,
The fields run red,
smoke poisons the air,
all men lie dead,
Their lives weren't fair,
Their fates not their own,
But its a fate the women must bare alone,