作曲 : Chris Wiseman/Ben Duerr
Newcomers dance and sing
Relieved by the passing of spring
They feel the grace of the sun
Their misfortune has not yet begun
Where the men used to come for their drinks
Where the children would play endlessly
They have taken our everything
They know not what tomorrow shall bring
On the opposite side of the field
A vengeance that shall never yield
Fathers weep for their sons
Their suffering cannot be undone
Why cry?
From squalor and ruin we rise
They reap what they've sown
Arise, arise
Past the horizon lay paradise
But here the rivers run red
Dregs of the world seen through their eyes
Less than the dung below the flies
Fields of the dead bake in the light
Children, women and men, their bodies lie
Piled in the streets stacked six feet high
Tell me why, oh why
Limbs contorted
Anatomical morbid distortions
At a biblical limit the purging
In our hearts is a rage ever burning
Come the next morning
We attack with a thousand scornings
Look upon us like death is emerging
Beginning the righteous charge, disparaging
Now it's our turn for the scourging
With a hatred relentlessly swarming
Skies wail as rockets are hurling
Falling down to earth screaming and bursting
Miles, miles and miles of corpses
They bear witness to vindictive forces
As far as the eyes can see
If you saw it you wouldn't believe it
When will these ****ing wars end?
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Chris Wiseman/Ben Duerr
[00:47.94]Newcomers dance and sing
[00:51.90]Relieved by the passing of spring
[00:55.68]They feel the grace of the sun
[00:59.49]Their misfortune has not yet begun
[01:03.48]Where the men used to come for their drinks
[01:07.41]Where the children would play endlessly
[01:11.43]They have taken our everything
[01:15.48]They know not what tomorrow shall bring
[01:19.23]On the opposite side of the field
[01:24.00]A vengeance that shall never yield
[01:28.20]Fathers weep for their sons
[01:31.77]Their suffering cannot be undone
[01:34.47]Why cry?
[01:35.70]From squalor and ruin we rise
[01:44.76]They reap what they've sown
[01:52.23]Arise, arise
[01:56.58]Past the horizon lay paradise
[02:01.17]But here the rivers run red
[02:09.18]Dregs of the world seen through their eyes
[02:13.14]Less than the dung below the flies
[02:17.25]Fields of the dead bake in the light
[02:24.24]Children, women and men, their bodies lie
[02:29.34]Piled in the streets stacked six feet high
[02:33.48]Tell me why, oh why
[02:40.26]Limbs contorted
[02:41.46]Anatomical morbid distortions
[02:43.50]At a biblical limit the purging
[02:45.45]In our hearts is a rage ever burning
[02:47.67]Come the next morning
[02:49.65]We attack with a thousand scornings
[02:51.54]Look upon us like death is emerging
[02:53.37]Beginning the righteous charge, disparaging
[03:11.10]Now it's our turn for the scourging
[03:13.29]With a hatred relentlessly swarming
[03:15.36]Skies wail as rockets are hurling
[03:17.43]Falling down to earth screaming and bursting
[03:19.41]Miles, miles and miles of corpses
[03:21.45]They bear witness to vindictive forces
[03:23.46]As far as the eyes can see
[03:25.50]If you saw it you wouldn't believe it
[03:27.15]When will these ****ing wars end?