the fate of war

the shine of gory swords
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave burning the fearfull and slaughter of brave through killing and dealing with evil and terror may a light shine red and a light fade into a dead silent night through that bloody fight