Over three days time,
My mountains, my beautiful mountains
Beheld immeasurable horror!
When men came to slaughter men-
My mountains beheld this-
When souls come to ashes,
And Death's roar loudens,
Life reduces to the value of lead.
When men came
The world beheld the slaughter
In my beautiful mountains.
When men came upon these fields,
Humanity darkened.
Old eventualities bore old mountains
In their witness.
When Death's roar loudens,
The last moments of men
Are borne in wrath, fear and shock.
Better of ten thousand
Spilled all their blood,
And my beautiful mountains
Became a place of horror.
