Songtext von Spoils Of War

This is a haunted land And the ghouls walk among men Their affliction transcends We are beyond redemption Beyond sympathy Behold the fruits of our labor The ill-begotten spoils of war De-education is the sharpest blade With which to amputate Pride, confidence, wisdom and honor Genetically picked out and slaughtered A heavy conscience hangs Only on those who dare to see through the dream We justify the sins of our fathers We build upon a foundation of bones We take to heart the lies of our mothers We lock our souls in an armor of stone History is written in chalk By those who hold the steel Our dreams of vengeance must one day overcome our apathy