A battle fought, a triumph earned
cost much, for though the tide has turned,
so many here have met their end.
Though tears should try, naught can mend.

On this deserted battlefield,
man against man were their weapons wield;
brother on brother, friend on friend--
Unlike the soldiers, the blood knew no end.

The blackened sky like hate did tow'r,
raining tears, a mourning shower,
as clashing swords took lives away;
that price for hate which must be paid.

Oh solemn words, illuminate
this tragedy brought about by hate,
so those to come somehow may see
how building anger snares the free.

Oh, why, my brothers, must we go
to battle, our revenge to show?
For all these lost the right to live
because two men could not forgive.