Dead Tears Thus Passes The Glory Of The World
For centuries that land have been ours, and it should be reclaimed
Our forefathers will be proud, since in ancient scripts it was claimed
The ancient wars won't be forgotten, as our ancestors watch from the sky
Let's make their killing our new desire, for our cause is just and theirs is a lie!
Their cause is a lie.
The dead speak of war, and they speak in regret
For there's no honor in innocent bloodshed
The last voice they heard, was the sound of battle cries
Thus passes the glory of the world by their demise
By their demise!
Behind every gleaming medal, lies a tale of million scars
I am the supreme lord, I'll kill whoever you are.
Willingly they battled, yet as numbers they have died
Silently they're throttled, below tombstones there's no pride
"You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all
our might and with all the strength that God can give us"