People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads 

And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads 

Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall 

Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall 



Melting down all metals, tturning plows and sheats to swords 

Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war 

Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain 

Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again 



Where do we go from here? 

And should we really care 

The end is finally here 

God have mercy! 



Now we've rewtitten history 

The one thing we've found out 

Sweet taste of vindication 

It turns to ashes in your mouth 



[Chorus] 



If you're fighting to live 

It's OK to die ! 

The answer to your question is ... 

Welcome to tomorrow ! 



Where do we go from here? 

God have mercy! 



[Chorus]