Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead   The army retreated, the soldiers have fled   The carcass of nations lies out on the plain   For many to question but none to explain      Such carnage, destruction      They came in their thousands, to die for belief   In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief   Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife   Trapped by a system that demands only life      Such carnage, destruction      The corpses are buried the day may yet come   When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun   The sorrow of millions will be buried with them   That demanded the death not the life of those men      Such carnage, destruction