- cifra
Waiting for a chance to fight
Shaking bones will rattle
Sharpening up all the knives
Take you out to battle
Lay it on the line (arms race out of control)
Cricle up the wagons
The human animal (so too the king does)
Has to save face
Stay inside your house tonight
A slaughter for the cattle
A reckoning till morning light
Take you out to battle
Free your dark hearts tonight
A phanton enemy in sight
Blood thirsty reckoner
An arms race will be the end of us
Let it go
