i've fought to sever my ties
i've fought to tear out the lies
transcend the deceit and those i despise
i rend it from flesh and sacrifice
dark skies herald the flooding tide
of war in the east -- famine, disease
the herald of our crimes rides high on a pale horse
so it is written and so it shall be
the coming of the end displayed for all to see
in blood and fire on a clear night sky
ashes fall when they call for the blood of man
ashes fall when the blood spills upon the land
battle call and cry to destroy the damned
ashes fall for the sins on your hands
war nerve fuels the powers of state
the prayers of all the masses
and factions of hate
give way to the promise of war
it's tearing through the homes
of the weak and the poor
they drag us to the day of our death
where the hope for retribution brings
instead our final breath and all
the rich men in the promised land
divide up all the wealth with the
fallen and the damned
know who controls you.
