Warlock

The biggest war has ended
The smoke gets away
The sun is coming up
To salute the horrible day
An endless battlefield
Overcrowded with death
Ah there's no-one there
Who could have been blessed
No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off
For a few merciless creatures
The war is a game
And all the time
They want to play it for gain