The Glory Of War lyrics

Only the unbaptized speak of it,

The glory of war

For those who know it

There is only God's pleas to forget

The conflict to keep close

Those lost in its unworldly pursuit

Who suffer naught

There is no glory in its confusion

Amid the din of catastrophe

Winning is a foreign thought

For chaos and confusion reign

The tactics of destruction

Bear no trophies for hope

Know no kindness lulling

The fields once silent, still

Where breezes blew untainted

Are fouled in the stench of war

An aire deemed noble

Yet it is not so, no order

Senseless waste of life and limb

Voices cry out in agony

Could colourful ribbons hide

The pain that reflects their shadows

In a looking glass so deep

That only the soul sees within

Its judgment lies far distant

Glaring in recollection

At the glory of war