The Birds lyrics

In the blackened smoke

The stinging sound of rounds

Blast the once quiet air

The birds, they no longer sing

The din of war has come

Shouts and screams echoing

The pitted earth scarred shakes

Even the dead bear no rest

This godless land in turmoil

A haze that still fills the sky

The smell of death always near

Littering memories there

What was once so very dear

No longer bears even a care

Now birds sing in a field green