Текст песни The Unquiet Zone - Procol Harum

They seek us in this unquiet zone
Chase us on from pole to pole
They hunt us down like carrion crows
They search us out like frightened moles

We huddled close against the ground
Scared to make the slightest sound
And all around the great guns boom
The constant march of pending doom

Sure is a dreadful warㅤ
An awful waste of guts and gore
An awful waste of human life
This senseless, bloody, bitter strife