Album: Suffer Our Pleasures
Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men
Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again
Hear the rats, are laughing with the voice of one
They're all in heaven, delivered by our guns
With the multitudes we feed the grinder
The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya
We need no gods of war,
petty excuses no more
Just what we always wanted,
the blood of our kind,
blind follow the blind
Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom
The sun goes nova, the earth goes KA-BOOM!
Take a flight from Trinity to Novaja Zemlya
The pyre is blazing and the flames will find ya
We need no gods of war,
petty excuses no more
Just what we always wanted,
the blood of our kind,
blind follow the blind
Hear the stones, they're sighing with the voice of the dead,
who lie below them with the worms they've fed
And when all that's living is shattered by thunder,
we'll raise the dead, you, yourself will find ya
There ain't no noble cause,
just mindless applause
The whetting stones whine on,
stroking blades 'til dawn
We need no gods of war,
petty excuses no more
Just what we always wanted,
the blood of our kind,
blind follow the blind