The sweet song of the robin is suppressedBy the bang of the canons,
A place of the morning mist is rampaged
By the modern chariots of destruction,
Now ceasefire is a cliche�
And warfare is here to stay,
Prince of darkness comes crashing the gates
Ordering peace-demanding angels to be hanged till death.
A place of the morning mist is rampaged
By the modern chariots of destruction,
Now ceasefire is a cliche�
And warfare is here to stay,
Prince of darkness comes crashing the gates
Ordering peace-demanding angels to be hanged till death.
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