Heaven is on fire; hell is in glorious uproar,
Honour is a tyrant,
Which commands its men into war.

When pride stands insulted in its age,
And dignity has a need for defense,
Apologies can’t ease a wound,
Which requires blood as recompense.

As dedicated monsters put others’ freedom into cages,
And wager their lives in vicious rivalry,
Power is dependent upon another man’s sacrifice,
The key to a ruler’s supremacy.

And so there’s a minute to live in glory,
As the graveyard of death threatens nearby,
A prayer to God for preferential mercy,
Because no man wants to die.

But there’s a price to pay for wasted courage,
A fee for one’s blind loyalty,
Heroes must die their many deaths,
For leaders to live in victory.

And so history is written by despots,
Where triumph is not only a feeling
But a word they must defend,
Where war is the only solution,
Agreed upon by most men.