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For centuries and centuries
I walked along their battlefields
Rotten flesh and burned soil
Is all what they have left
A strange desire for destruction
Can be felt at all these places
An awful waste of resources
All for their killing machinery
A world all made of battlefields
A world all drowned in blood
A world which will not last forever
Is all that we have got
A world all made of battlefields
A world all built for wars
And now we take the battlefields
Far out to the stars
They get better year by year
With a frightening efficiency
Killing thousands in one strike
By pushing just one button
So I have been everywhere
From the jungle to the mountain
And even in the deepest sea
I saw the signs of a past war