How sad the Lord when he looks down
Upon a World of bombs and war.
Evil men with devil hearts
Who kill and maim both rich and poor.
The only music is the sound
Of the lone piper's Requiem
While people starve and children cry
Where no one listens and hearts are cold.
A World that once knew peace and joy
Where children played and laughed aloud
Long now gone that joyous place
There's just the lonely sound of the Requiem.