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Oh lord our God
Help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells
Help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of the dead
Help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of the wounded
Writhing in pain

Oh lord our God
Help us to waste their humble homes in a hurricane of fire
Help us to wring the unoffending hearts of their widows with grief
Help us to turn them out with their children to wander the waste
Of their desolated land

We beseech thee o worthy lord
Blast their hopes and black the lines on their bitter pilgrimage
Make heavy their steps and water their way with tears my Lord
Stain the white snow with the blood of the woundeds’ feet my Lord
And we ask it in the spirit of war

A prayer for war, a prayer for war