Anger – the force of the weak that
Tricks oneself but fools no one
Power – the force that absorbs
Without being overwhelmed
War the deeper scar of history
War the sanctification of tragedy
Peace – as crown of war
Is glory built upon misery
Terror – in a dead end finds its way out
In the ecstasy of destruction
War the deeper scar of history
War the sanctification of tragedy
War the illusion of majesty
Why should we drink the poison
Before the remedy
Pride to die in combat –
Like all the other dead
All this to learn that –
All nations’ blood is running red
Pride to die in combat –
Like all the other dead
All this to learn that –
All nations’ blood is running red
War the deeper scar of history
War the sanctification of tragedy
War the illusion of majesty
Why should we drink the poison
Before the remedy