3 acessos
Billions of souls now laid to rest
Played just like pawns in chess
Life deferred with a final breath
Swept away by the hand of death
Fight for land
Kill for state
Pride of man
Seals his fate
Decimate each other's homes
Continue the cycle
Woe to thee, progress
Millenia of slaughter!
Onward
For the tribe
Begat the state
But always there
The burning hate
War drums of old
Replaced by tv screens
They both drive the bloodlust
Has anything changed?
By no means, you are man
Trapped in the cycle
Doomed to repeat the past
The clock still turns
Until the 13th hour