Текст песни
The rage of war is what's in store for our coming generations
Deaths throws will line the rows in bloods precipitations
The famine wails and coffin nails will be starving for their future
The hemorrhaging of common things with pestilence its suture
As they rain their death from above
Tell me what kind of war are you proud of
As is above will be below
When they burn the whole place down
Where will we go
There'll be tortured souls living in fox holes
Where seldom words are spoken
Forgotten days of simple ways
Advancement is all broken
The calamity of our tragedy
Will shortly be remembered
This repeating of our defeating
Is mocked by all the lenders
As they rain their death from above
Tell me what kind of war are you proud of
As is above will be below
When they burn the whole place down
Where will we go
Ya know its sad to say in this day and age
That the liars make the rules
Common sense don't mean a thing
In the company of fools
So how much blood will it take
To make this killing stop
Power is the reason their doing the squeezing
And the want every single drop
As they rain their death from above
Tell me what kind of war are you proud of
As is above will be below
When they burn the whole place down
Where will we go