How can this land succumb to war?

What will result from all this strife?

Why have we turned form song to roar?

This foolish fighting leads to gore

and makes the hero lose his life.

How can this land succumb to war?

I should have tried to block the door.

That was my duty as his wife.

Why have we turned from song to roar?

A happy life I'll have no more.

Of misery, this world is rife.

How can this land succumb to war?

No father for my sweet babe nor

safety from warlike drum and fife.

Why have we turned from song to roar?

In pain I drop down to the floor.

My world destroyed by gun and knife.

How can this land succumb to war?

Why have we turned form song to roar?