A war which carries its costume in the stage
It's the ass that all those bow who get the power
Opinion is the establishment who educates us all
It fertilises the motherland until our throats get slit
Barren are the hands which forge fortunes
Ugly is the mind which can't see the reality
Death don't want to kill although it peels the body off of soul
Souls swear alliances which last and the nation whores
NATION WHORES...
New generation hungover from death
Watches those men women and dirty children
Bring them food shouts the mouthless masses
And changes meals to weapons and material