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 was 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
Sells 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
