Where will we go to, peace or war?

The beating drums chill to the core.

The call to arms echoes so loud;

echoes carried by the maddening crowd.

The fear is strong, we must defend;

defend until the whole worlds end?

Peace marchers once, turned to a mob,

they call for blood, they’ll do the job.

those few who struggle ‘gainst this war,

they fear the worst down to their core.