Bombers beat the drums of war Salvation dripping from the skies The hammer is pounding Listen now, you'll hear the fine poetry of the howitzers It's cracking the ground They speak of an age of fire and an age of storm It's the poetry of the scarred earth, listen: ''Phoenix, rise above raven tell your tales bear witness to mankind's coming of age for every bomb, for ripples in earth's crust hail praise victory for every erased thought, for the culling of man raise the chalice high'' All hail war Rage on for ruin in ruins, a wasteland eternal World's canvass covered in blood Death's hammer is pounding Pollockian motfits of defiled humans Our most blessed sacrament A masterful stroke Drive the machine of war With iron will and hand It's the poetry of the scarred earth, Listen: Filter population, ' til words are forgotten and speech is no more for ruin, for the furrows of the plough hail praise victory for every erased word'' for the culling of man raise the chalice sing songs of war hail praise war rage on Death's hammer is pounding Behold the end and behold the renewal There can be peace, no more What lies ahead in brave new world? The can be peace , no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
