The pen is no match for the sword
But actions speak louder than words
The warrior, so adored
While literature is abhorred!
Such is so,
in a world where war is an art
This medium rips us apart!
Every day I open my eyes
Only to see, in blood be baptized
Peace, the impossible prize
A cease to our earthly demise
I seek to find the light
To relieve me of my plight
Surrounded by worldly sin
And to die is to let the enemy win
Such is so,
When our sons don\'t grow old
Such is so,
When your body grows cold
The pen is slain!
The sword cleaves it in two
The nights of hell, they ride again
Their hooves, they are beating to you
Where will you go?
Where will you seek asylum?
Asylum is eternity,
And you are next in line
Such is so