| Song | Death of War |
| Artist | Hawkwind |
| Album | Electric Tepee |
| 作词 : Brock, Tree | |
| Ebbing eyesight in chlorine clouds | |
| Stealing away barbed wire shrouds | |
| Mowed down in mud by machine gun fire | |
| Trapped and strangled in barbed wire | |
| Silent nights smashed as big guns fill bodies full of shrapnel | |
| In their crusade to kill | |
| Far away, politicians, glasses of port | |
| Meet in a toast to a war they've not fought | |
| Holy fire directed and idly discussed | |
| Manufacturing hatred, engineering distrust | |
| Trading clarity for confusion, | |
| The ruthless powerlust. | |
| With those on the battlefield fallen down everywhere | |
| And that is their wine, has good body and it is red | |
| Draining away forever like the blood of those dead. |
| zuò cí : Brock, Tree | |
| Ebbing eyesight in chlorine clouds | |
| Stealing away barbed wire shrouds | |
| Mowed down in mud by machine gun fire | |
| Trapped and strangled in barbed wire | |
| Silent nights smashed as big guns fill bodies full of shrapnel | |
| In their crusade to kill | |
| Far away, politicians, glasses of port | |
| Meet in a toast to a war they' ve not fought | |
| Holy fire directed and idly discussed | |
| Manufacturing hatred, engineering distrust | |
| Trading clarity for confusion, | |
| The ruthless powerlust. | |
| With those on the battlefield fallen down everywhere | |
| And that is their wine, has good body and it is red | |
| Draining away forever like the blood of those dead. |