When I sit down on my graveyard
And look at the starlit sky above,
I pray to God to safeguard
his children and their love.
Then down below my gaze flows
like a nightmare is rebounding,
and I'm met with a scene astounding.
The faces of me are mocked at and blows
the trumpet of armada demanding.
The God of war defeats me
in every fight against my kind and theirs,
then sick with the ideals like me,
my kind resorts to warfares.
And even if I win this way,
I'm still defeated in every way.