When winds of war begin to blow,
Our town's bright laughter fades like snow.
Under banners, false and grand,
Young souls fall, lost to this land.
No more crimson blooms will rise,
On this blood-stained earth, no lies.
Our song of peace will touch the sky,
Echoes of hope will never die.
Gunfire splits the dawn apart,
Stealing dreams from every heart.
No victor here, no glory found,
Too late, we see the truth unbound.
No more crimson blooms will rise,
On this blood-stained earth, no lies.
Our song of peace will touch the sky,
Echoes of hope will never die.
Through walls of steel, through waves of fear,
We’ll rise as one, with hearts sincere.
In storm’s embrace, we find our way,
To chase the shadows far away.
No more crimson blooms will rise,
On the land we vow to keep.
A song of peace will softly sweep
No more red where love runs deep.