This is the face of war
This is the sound of human rising
And we've drawn out the Lord
From his grave to use him for fighting
Sun warms so weakly
Through this winter of the ages
On the tongues words as guns
I see the man killing in trance
Naked Christ fell down on the ground
And we cry for reincarnations
Still waiting for the liberty
Shaking in deadly cramp
Arma Christi in my hands
Now I can feel what's victim here
The pain penetrates torn heart
Still waiting for the time of glory
This is not good theme for fairy tales
With an explanation in a language of false Christ
Here, in a human being's dreamland
Where cross is each body's finish
And love is revolver's charge
With purity we feed our stomachs
And at the end is love under will
Secret incarnations
Killing holy nations
Children still play equally
But Jesus looks so deadly
Play with fire
Secret desire
Take holy grail
Loud victim's wall
