Bullets come and bullets go They fly high and they hit low Bodies fall and blood spills The soldiers of war score their kills A sport is made from a deadly struggle No matter what it's all the same The more blood the better The more blood the wetter Death holds no meaning to these humans Something so costly - life - now a casual article easily discarded We've waged the war Now we see at their core Only bloodthirsty beasts We spilled the blood first Now they haunt us like a curse We can't escape them - for they are Manus Celer Dei
