When his strength is all he has
War is pain for those fighting
Death is all around
When he reaches his limit
He feels pain
Bellum mortiferum est

When the rain comes
All he has is himself
All those that die
Cry in heaven
His comrades limping like hags
Shaking like scared little children
Bellum venenosum est

Guns blasting
Planes bombing
Tanks blowing
Men dying
Men drowning, guttering, crying
All that live
Should
Respect the fallen men
Because
Bellum deformem