Darkest Hour Marching To The Killing Rhythm
A grand deception
Disguised as gods redemption
Forcefed delusions of grandeur
Calling out for
A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy
See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm
Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses
So put your blinders on
Replace your conscious with a flag
So you can forget
Money runs thicker than blood
