A river runs through my house, my home,

That catches the gleam from all beams of light,

And casts them back in an eery red,

Upon a burning land.

It was caused by fire, fire and swords,

Wielded by the fiercest of men without mercy,

And is itself the reason for their existence,

Upon a burning land.

It flows around corpses of adults, of babes,

And comes from them too, those innocent bodies,

That gave birth to the red river of blood,

That runs through a burning land.