Before the cock crows to the rising sun,
the ever-going battle has lost another player,
why must we go though all this pain?
Only so battle can wreack our lives once more,
the worry of our kin,
the sorrow in our soul,
a promise broken,
that they will never part,
nothing can be gained from theis war,
only death and sorrow,
so we can fight agian?
The pain will go forever,
unless we do not fight,
only though speech,
will we end,
this ever going war.