| Truce has been called on war | |
| Arms laid to the floor | |
| Countless men speak of hell | |
| Tyrants, what they saw | |
| Close to death the men seem to say | |
| These were the days of old | |
| We arc the glorious dead | |
| What is left for the ex patriot | |
| What is left but resentment? | |
| Death all too real | |
| Countless men speak of hell | |
| Of tyrants, what they saw | |
| Close to death the men seem to cry | |
| I'll at rest behind those eyes | |
| What this person has seen | |
| What his life has been | |
| Changed from this man into machine | |
| Returned home to find life insignificant |