Phantom

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

A sure way to bring about -

This ruin, is one word

By leaders;

War.

Armies march, ever closer, higher

I gaze with staring eyes

Cities blazing, in the fire;

The armies fall, the lustre dies.

Rearing flames tell me true,

Where are those men marching to?

Homes of their brothers, theirs too

Is that justifiable to you?

Then once again the glow returns;

Down the red-hot valley blow

Again the phantom city burns;

Again the phantom armies go!