From the fire
The twisted faces
Reeling horses running
All in retreat
Women & children
Somehow one voice crying
"Help us god
Will we not be saved
So help us god
Bullets fall like rain"
Running now
The world exploding
You can feel their heart beat
In their eyes
Fear & confusion
The sound of shells is deafening
"Help us god
Will we not be saved
So help us god
Bullets fall like rain"
When war is art
Art is war
To hold the glass
Mirror of the soul
& Let the madness cease
Not marching on
To our own reflection
At last an age of peace
"When war is art
Art is war"