Newcomers dance and sing Relieved by the passing of spring They feel the grace of the sun Their misfortune has not yet begun Where the men used to come for their drinks Where the children would play endlessly They have taken our everything They know not what tomorrow shall bring On the opposite side of the field A vengeance that shall never yield Fathers weep for their sons Their suffering cannot be undone
Why cry? From squalor and ruin we rise They reap what they've sown (From squalor and ruin we rise) Arise, arise Past the horizon lay paradise But here the rivers run red Dregs of the world seen through their eyes Less than the dung below the flies Fields of the dead bake in the light Children, women and men, their bodies lie Piled in the streets stacked six feet high Tell me why, oh why
Limbs contorted Anatomical morbid distortions At a biblical limit the purging In our hearts is a rage ever burning Come the next morning We attack with a thousand scornings Look upon us like death is emerging Beginning the righteous charge, disparaging
Now it's our turn for the scourging With a hatred relentlessly swarming Skies wail as rockets are hurling Falling down to earth screaming and bursting Miles, miles and miles of corpses They bear witness to vindictive forces As far as the eyes can see If you saw it you wouldn't believe it When will these fucking wars end?
Why cry? From squalor and ruin we rise They reap what they've sown (From squalor and ruin we rise) Arise, arise Past the horizon lay paradise But here the rivers run redTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
