They are here to take away  The visions of our future  With their words of empty praise, of peace  Politicians butcher  You know your mind is bending  With your stare so blind  You're here to do their bidding, to kill  All that's left behind    We must always live  For our earth  Haunted Earth  We shall never be  The same again  Haunted Earth    Turn your cheek and they will smite you  At their lords command  From the book of forgotten prophets, you sin  Sinners will be damned  Machines of death will reap the slayer's harvest  The body count is high    Ten thousand souls are lost forever, in Hell  Where no one dies    The dogs of war are howling at you  Can't you see the signs?  The art of war is an ancient syndrome, of death  For all mankind  They raise the curtain of the act violence  They take their final bow  Twisting bows of propaganda, they speak  As if they're proud  PROUD!