The sun razes the horizon
Like the men raze the men
The Sharpen soldiers love war
While the boys within are crying for peace
The fearsome warrior kills the enemy
But the man within mourns for the dead brothers

Flags don't kill, Flags don't hit
But flags go to war, no, flags make war
But then bones take weapons and fight
And blood cover the fields

The flags on killing spree
coz men don't kill the men
But when the flag wears the man
There are no man, but bloody roses with iron thorns