The tear of love, the hope of hearts;
I blight and blast with Destruction’s arts.
With the mad, red blight of Destruction’s arts.
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 the heart and brain