Songtext von Warwhore

Heritage dooms another lot More history repeats The plight of man Destroyed by men Old instinct buried deep Snuff the world at moment's thought The worth of life, opaque Bayonet the conscious eye Load all the treasure You can take Certain death awaits the ones Too slow to comprehend That taking life, is right of birth Whatever means do end When left to his devices Man's no different from a beast Whores for war, the killing tour Where blood must matter least Can glory claim Such death in vain And like territories conquer? Those who seek to give the meek Existence without honor Burn the nerves of men who serve Distortion of the true Violence spurred by useless worms Feed many to the few A segment of the phalanx A bowman's aiming eye Cannon fodder dreamers Contently born to die The musket ball retrievals And trench floor serenades Kill the very part of us We think we fight to save Will glory claim all life in vain Defined by bitter nations? Those who strive to see men die In civilized cessation Hasten deaths to minuettes The Valkyrie's refrain Placing bets with life and death We, choosers of the slain