People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
And the soldiers liberate them laying mines along their roads
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Melting down all metals turning plows and shears to swords
Shun words from the Bible; we need implements of war
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again
Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here
God have mercy!
Now we’ve rewritten history
The one thing we’ve found out:
Sweet taste of vindication
It turns to ashes in your mouth
If you’re fighting to live, it’s OK to die!
The answer to your question is: welcome to tomorrow!