Oh we’re the battle scarred and ugly

Warring till the fields turn red

Our blood gushes from wounds all over

Now we’re exhausted, wounded.

A knife runs through his heart

An arrow finds its mark through hers

We’re wearily waiting

To see if these scars heal again

Or to hear the final bell toll

Not a drop of strength left

Nor a streak of beauty

Oh, we’re battle scarred and ugly.