Day one the first of many dead As your homes are levelled to the floor Demons or infidels? No prayers to go serve to save you from the slaughter A nation bought to the front lines
Enter the war machine and erase the peasant race By the words of dictatorship When masses don't question They become the sacrificial bodies To the will of false gods
Engineered to erase your world And destroy your entire existence as you know it Demons or infidels? Or just distant enemies?
Homeless and force underground Under the metal storm falling from the sky Families caught in the crossfire Not a martyrs death Simply one of the dead
Metal shreds flesh with ease dies washed up lifeless Bone washed up lifeless Born shattered burnt and torn Vacant eyes from this shell How did it end like this Just the same?
One day of quiet Amongst many storms Friends witness friends Beaten to the floor Down in the light of day Pray as they might more must follow Demons of infidels just the same
