Once as I was walking on my own
I saw two crows hoarsely shrieking
One croaked: my friend
Where do you invite me today?
A soldier lies slain
In a ditch behind barbed wire
His blood is the same as the enemies'
A feast for the crow empire
It will be a good evening feast
I get the eyes, you get the nose
Then we'll evenly share the rest
With his hair cushion the nest
The skull is split with grinding
Two halves of the brain for you and me
No gallows in the wide world
Feed us like the wide field
Soaked with blood from a hero's chest
War is always a pleasure* for crows
We tear open the hero's chest
Death is always a pleasure for crows
The bare bones will be cleanly
Preserved for us** for a long time
And witness brightly from the dirt
Of the meaning and purpose of soldiers.