Land suffered a thousand wars
Men a thousand wounds
Countless tortures
Eternal suffering
Victims still breathing
As they are dragged to the pits
Pits as deep as the sorrow
Of the remaining
Who are soon to follow
Piles of burning corpses
Reaching the heavens
Ashes fall as snow
Even the sky turns black
No more light or warmth of the sun
Everywhere I look there is death
Stinking massgraves
For women and children
Men hanged or impaled
Still I hear them scream
