And you say that the battle is o- ver, finally the war is all done
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and we who must measure the loss
And you say that the battle is o- ver, finally the world is at peace
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep, or it's not in the papers at least
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life
There are those who would tear down the sun
And most men are ruthless but some will still weep
When the gifts we were given are gone
For the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it's become such a part of the race
It's eternally tragic that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase
They will fall just like weeds in the wind
With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls
What a hell of a race to call men
And you say that the battle is over, finally the war is all done
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and we who must measure the loss
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and we who must measure the cost