Come the war, come the avarice
Come the war, come how?
Come attrition, come the reek of bones
Come attrition, come how?
This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake
This is why, this is why we fight
And when we die, we will die, with our arms unbound
This is why, this is why we fight, come how?
Right of quiet, writer on quiet vein