Cries and chaos announce your call
Gunfire and bombs usher you in
Strong, fearless yet calm you come
You slaughter your foes
Along with those you call your own

Death and havoc are your sons
Whom you spread around with your wings
They control the ring
Where two different sides clash and fight
Why, o war, do you allow the just to die
You are a brand of Cain

Great warriors fall at your feet
Along with several casualties
But are you really to be blamed
You ill-omen bird?
You leave people in blank despair
but can suddenly disappear