We Shall Not Serve 歌词

Go 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