Oh! the faceless enemy
Snarling in the dark
whispering it's stammering tongue
Beckoning at the feast of devastation
Ready with it's sickle for harvest
Holding the symbol of law
As a prosecuting law
Without it's defendant at the witness box
Rising above the innocent
Demanding the price of retribution
It's step could hardly be traced
Oh!only the wind knows it's dwelling
Oh!!!earth summon the courts of thy people
With the drumming sound
To a sit of desperation
Whether the cloak could be untied!
For the feet of the people is famished
And have no strength to bring forth
Where,when will be the next spilball?
Oh!Oh!! our thought is held captive.
