In the shadows of war, where anguish dwells,
A sorrowful tale of desolation i tells.
Fields once green, now covered by bloody tide,
Heart-chanting echoes of screamings that collide.

The sounds of bullets pierces the sky,
With every explosion, a beautiful soul dies.
The cries of the wounded's agony is untold,
War's cruel embrace, a grip that unfold.

Families torn apart, their joy turned to dust,
As love's embrace yields to a deathly mistrust.
Hope fades like the snow in the winter's nights,
War's bitter touch, extinguishing all heavenly lights.