My soul trembles,I see blood shed.
They don't see where their violence has taken them.
The primitive weapons of metal and leather.
The corpses of many lay in the coffins of green.
Cuts,bruses,scapes,I see on the warriors.
Why don't they understand that what they do is apauling.
Yet something pulls me in.
I must fight them.
Seeing this is making them come towards me.
I must defend myself.