Over three days' time
My mountains, my beautiful mountains
Beheld immeasurable horror
When men came to slaughter men
My mountains beheld this
When souls come to ashes
And Death's roar loudens
Life reduces to the value of lead
When men came
The world beheld the slaughter
In my beautiful mountains
When men came upon these fields
Humanity darkened
Old eventualities bore old mountains
In their witness
When Death's roar loudens
The last moments of men
Are borne in wrath, fear and shock
Better of ten thousand
Spilled all their blood
And my beautiful mountains
Became a place of horror