Armed with books and knowledge, marching out throgh the city
gates to the great war.

Watching from our guards' towers at the horizon. We can see
them coming to destroy us with their math and their physics.
We'll use poetry and love to protect ourselves, for it can
not be beaten by the brain. Runnig to our storehouses,
bringing our shields of feelings. This time it will end with
a peace agreement...

The war was cruel, it was hard. Gallons of sweat poured down
to the ground but not a single drop of blood!

No peace agreement was signed, maybe next time... In the
meantime we'll continue watching the horizon.

Coming back from the battlefield to our city. Again, without
a victory. Maybe next time... In the meantime we'll get
ready for our next attack.