Mine is a snarl of hate and strife!
The mad red snarl of hate and strife.
I sing! sing! sing! the wrathful warrior’s song.
Then ping! ping! ping! ’tis the wrathful warrior’s wrong.
I red in the heart of the foe,
Fulfilling the warrior’s woe.
But this I see before I go—
A beauty blackening battle’s show;
Pictures of home in heart and brain
That blot and blank in my war’s refrain.