Harrow Monks
Within the memories the cold backroom
That shelters us from dying
I've got a bluebird singing freedom
Got a gun to guard the rations
Every truckload fights the hellfire, feeds the wrong side
No solution, ice cold weather, it's a weapon
Guide the last men free opinions
At the sacrifice of children
In their temples peaceful worships
The hatred feeds the tension
Every truckload fights the hellfire, feeds the wrong side
No solution, ice cold weather, it's a weapon
We are the monks the teachers of slaughter
Life got its prize will mankind survive
We are the preachers incurable fighters
Sword is the gospel, the gospel of love
We are the monks the teachers of slaughter
Life got its prize will mankind survive
We are the preachers incurable fighters
Sword is the gospel, the gospel of hate
We are the monks the teachers of slaughter
Life got its prize will mankind survive
We are the preachers incurable fighters
Sword is the gospel, the gospel of love
We are the monks the teachers of slaughter
Life got its prize will mankind survive
We are the preachers incurable fighters
Sword is the gospel, the gospel of hate
