Lord Of War

You are coming to the house
When you hear a nounce of pain and see:
Flags to your right and marching on the left
The colors in their chests
The bodies on the street
You hear a scream, coming from behind
Blood is spread on your back
Hiding on the trees
They squeal:
Hail! Hail! Hail!
To the Lord of War
Hail! Hail! Hail!


You find yourself at night
Awakening on the floor
Sweating fires of hell
Down trough the bathroom door
The bath is full of blood
And out people shout:
Hail! Hail! Hail!
To the Lord of War
Hail! Hail! Hail!

You just ran the shit out of luck
Can’t turn around
Keep on walking, you scum!
Shout: Hail! Hail! Hail!
To the Lord of War
Lord of War!
The colors in their chests
The bodies on the street
Cant escape or run
You’ve got a lead role in his game!