For this we fight,
For this we die,
For this we cry every night,
For this we shout,
for this we mourn,
For this we sacerfice,
For every one to live but us,

Why start a war,
Why end our lifes,
With a miserbal death,

We see war as something to fight for,
But in the end,
Whos husbend did you shoot,
Whos father did you kill,
Enamy or aliy,
Naghbor or friend,
There all people,
so why bother fighting,

You say we fight,
For our people or country,
But in the end,
One side wins,
And the outher loses,
We sit up one thous,
Late nights,
Woundering,
Will he come home.