It started with a shout, townsmen heard dread danger
As in the air spread the engines' clangor
Then hell, twilight lingering into the night
With the roars of the burning, the embers'light
The empire praised the soldiers'creed
And honored their sighed names
While the silence of the ashes
Fell onto the orphans of the flames
They crowded depots and markets
Filling the places that fitted their hollowing
Beams of wheels of misfortune
Circleing stations' columns
Bent under indifference's weight
And the speakers rang the refrain
"March, fight for this glorious campaign"
In victories' gloss, deliverance
A most uncanny utterance
But the people that heard the refrain
They found it hard to retain
What had been lost to belligerence
As flames dispelled their trance
Then, to start anew from wreckage
They piled the remnants of the old smothering world
For every brick building the new age
They bowed and swore all as one
"Nevermore we'll ignore
The ill deal we call war
We will mourn evermore
What we've lost to this war
We're born from bonds of suffering
To pierce boundaries marked by trenches
We're bound to heal the scars of our common past
Now no speaker rings old refrains
No more zeal for glorious campaigns
Purged of the dross, deliverance
Cleaved to all wars' avoidance
If we people heard their refrains
Would we find it hard to retain
How many pranced into death's dance
At nations' concerts of belligerence?