Album : Tragedy Strikes
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Lessons in might, lessons in stress
Teachings of right, reasons of less
Seekers of strenght, only they guess
Will they proceed, or will they suppress

Frequent, illusive, you have the power to follow the one
Decisive, conclusive, the fall of the world has just begun
Wasteful, astounding, violence and force is the only way
Corrupted, misguided, we will lose thousands of people today

The fall of priest Hussein
Allah is to blame
Islamic fools of war
Soon will live no more

Ablative, abeyance, depriving the world with disruption of peace
Deceitful, fascists, holding the fate of the world in our hands
Harmonic, defiance, taking for granted the gift human life
Ironic, compliance, testing the fruits of their progressive toys

Will trade our blood for oil
Until our hands have been soiled
Civilians, pawns and kings
Will pay the penalty

The countdown of the endless problems
All the endless fools soon brought down
Never knowing where they've fallen
Has our Creator been calling

Countless bodies, piles of ashes
Severed mortar, wasteful clashes
Is the worth the whole disaster
Is the life, we're dying faster

Seasons of death, a game of chess
Leaders of pawns, where do they spawn
Just raised for war, to open the door
The door of demise, the deadly surprise
Lessons in might, lessons in stress   Teachings of right, reasons of less   Seekers of strenght, only they guess   Will they proceed, or will they suppress      Frequent, illusive, you have the power to follow the one   Decisive, conclusive, the fall of the world has just begun   Wasteful, astounding, violence and force is the only way   Corrupted, misguided, we will lose thousands of people today      The fall of priest Hussein   Allah is to blame   Islamic fools of war   Soon will live no more      Ablative, abeyance, depriving the world with disruption of peace   Deceitful, fascists, holding the fate of the world in our hands   Harmonic, defiance, taking for granted the gift human life   Ironic, compliance, testing the fruits of their progressive toys      Will trade our blood for oil   Until our hands have been soiled   Civilians, pawns and kings   Will pay the penalty      The countdown of the endless problems   All the endless fools soon brought down   Never knowing where they've fallen   Has our Creator been calling      Countless bodies, piles of ashes   Severed mortar, wasteful clashes   Is the worth the whole disaster   Is the life, we're dying faster      Seasons of death, a game of chess   Leaders of pawns, where do they spawn   Just raised for war, to open the door   The door of demise, the deadly surprise