Everything just passes by
Rolling on before our eyes
Reality - a message brings
a distant cry, a whisper on the wind

The fighting now is drawing near
The draft's begun, so mothers - shed your tears
The ravens circle all around
Plug your ears - you will still hear the sound

The drums of war
and talk of war
and songs of war
and tides of war

The swords are dull, the hands are sore
but the generals still scream for more

Now - war is real and sometimes just
but only to fulfill the lust
for safety and security
of lives - not your authority