Prepare for the spoils of war,
when first you plan to strike
Success it shall be measured, death of friend and foe alike
Horrific events unfold, body counts untold
Graves not dug one at time, but many massive holes
Gather limbs and body parts and do your best to match them
Guard the pit and mind the stench from pilferers and watch them
Do your best to match them
Numbered stakes in random rows identify the nameless
Flower, wreath and garland tribute, but who lies below this?
Who lies below this?
Beware the spoils of war,
when first you plan to strike
Success shouldn’t be measured by stench of loss of life
Horrific events unfold within tranquility
Graves should be excavated in singularity
In singularity