Springtime and the killing is here The bloodshed will never disappear Mercenaries of power and might Kill each other on either side Summer comes and it is all the same people Slaughtered, wounded, and maimed Sunny skies above deceive No happiness for those who grieve Fall is here and the leaves Are red like the blood running from the dead Bombs blowing up every place Sawed-off shotgun in your face Winter snow upon the land children Dead by terrorist hands The count higher than the year Before it is Spring again, let us kill some more These are the seasons of terrorism These are the seasons of terrorism