Blood is polishing your sword Another faith, another world Words meaning nothing, empty words There are only pain and fear You worship only God and The emblem on your shield You were sent to death The last that you’ll see is the battlefield
Time goes on - But our views don't change But we keep on killing like our fathers Time goes on - And it does not seem strange We're looking profit despite the problems of others
A group of people changes our future Waiting ruse after every corner Nerves of steel are melting All our effort fails New victims, new possibilities New murders, and other peoples injuries
Time goes on - But our views don't change But we keep on killing like our fathers Time goes on - And it does not seem strange We're looking profit despite the problems of others
We are mercantile like replicons Sell ourself for the piece of gold For the sake of fame and fortune Glory and honour are forgotten New victims, new possibilities New murders, and other peoples injuries
Time goes on - But our views don't change But we keep on killing like our fathers Time goes on - And it does not seem strange We're looking profit despite the problems of others