The famine mill
It will grind
Grind its terrible gears
It will sort
The wheat from chaff
Down the years
Hosted
By the living dead
And those who would submit
The bread of bitterness
Is broken with the devil's wine
And his teeth as knives
Are sheathed in mouths of fire
The satanic fist of empire
Cast us at the world's end
And as outlaws we are
Beneath the open sky
The bread of bitterness
Broken with the devil's wine
And his teeth as knives
Are sheathed in mouths of fire
And why do you eat your young
In the heart of darkness?
Man against all that stands
In the raging storm
For every butcher
Will become the butchered
As gristle upon the block
And blood upon the apron
Of destiny's rusty blade
We shall not serve
And we shall not serve
Not then, not now, not ever
And you can take it
To the grave
And we shall not serve
Not now, not then, not ever
And take it with you
To the grave
