So this is battle, this is war.

Take up your weapons, and kill some more.

Here we march to the field to fight.

We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.

    The enemy pours in like a flood,

And we will all drown in our own blood.

This is a demon that will not tire,

None will escape war's evil fire.

    This is the story we will tell,

Of how we damned ourselves to hell.

War's the curse that makes us bleed,

The cage from which we can't be freed.

    So this is battle, this is war.

Take up your weapons, and kill some more.

Here we march to the field to fight.

We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.

    So this is battle, this is war.

Take up your weapons, and kill some more.

Here we march to the field to fight.

We'll make widows and orphans upon this night. 

    Listen to the wounded's cries

Look into the slain's empty eyes.

Fire a round, fire another-

End the life of someone's brother.

    Two uniforms holding two flags,

Two greedy kings treating lives as rags.

They'll tell mothers the same story,

Their children dead without victory.

    So this is battle, this is war.

Take up your weapons, and kill some more.

Here we march to the field to fight.

We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.

   So this is battle, this is war.

Take up your weapons, and kill some more.

Here we march to the field to fight.

We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.

     We're the disease,

We're why there can't be peace.

   So this is battle, this is war.

Take up your weapons, and kill some more.

Here we march to the field to fight.

We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.

   Widows and orphans upon this upon this night.

Take up you weapons and kill some more.

Widows and orphans upon this night.