Plantion, the cultive of maize that
Would be the harvest, it is not protected anymore
The scarecrow can't scare the crows
'cause he was decapitated
He can't cry 'cause his eyes
Were uprooted, were uprooted
His head not together
With the maize pant on the field
It's the scarecrow war
The maize doesn't have
Human plasm to survive
It was caused for the leaves
The death is stamped in the scarecrow' face
Crucified human corpse, like Christ
That was born to do it so
Nameless hero that gave his short life
To defend the nourishment of his own killers
With sudden flight of crows they are scared
For the shot that kills the scarecrow
In the crossfire from the battlefield
Where men fall like a scarecrow
Feeding the maize
With the plasm form their corpses
The death can be stamped in the sudden flight
Of crows or in the fixed and sad look of a...
...Scarecrow
It's the scarecrow war