(just Roy, not Royed)

Blood stained bodys, so red in the dark.

The dogs of the military, loud they bark.

We march together through the land of sand.

I walk with my team, just lift my hand.

A snap of my fingers, and they're all gone.

All that's left of the Ishvalans is burnt bone.

The ash is black and it just sticks to me.

I'm not alone, the war is all that's left so see.

A new fire escapes me, so high the flame.

I don't like the killing, not proud, I feel shame.

Hoping Ishval would end soon, no more.

It's peace I wantm and love I like and adore.

But still life's hard, soldier I will longer stay.

As Long as I'm Fuhrer, Democracy, that's my way.