Massacre Of The Innocent

Blood-red banners united over the fields
Where a thousand innocent victims grieve
Desperate populations, divided and conquered
A million graves hidden, beneath the fallen leaves

Step forth from the shadows to this cursed place
Bankers and thieves hungry for power
Blood soaked soil, where you were born
Since the bastards set foot: filth, stench and war

Their leaders wait above the celebration
Sending their thoughts to the dispossessed
Who's ivory face is beyond communication
With a corpse laden smile they accept his caress

As parasites and worms uphold a social peace
We ride past decay and destruction in the ditches
Their sweet pretty flowers have corrupted the mass
While disease reeks from their rotting stitches

Torn between servitude and eruption
A messenger arrives with a black nightingale
Critical eyes trained on the palace of mirrors
Where cruel men construct our fairy tales

The leaders smiling behind closed doors
Turning deaf ears to the outraged cries
They've betrayed their cause, turned their backs
Their death carrion rule from western skies

The bones of the massacre
Are forever on their dinner plates
The violence of a resistant culture
Will be the terror they create

That iron cross around their necks
Will drag the social order to its fate
Burning fires, winds of change
Will blast their halls and clean the slate

Dog soldiers will fetch their scraps
Down the bloody road of imperialist crime
In empty halls where memory is protected
Ghost voices whisper from ancient times

At twelve midnight the sun is breaking
Broken chains and fallen walls
What measures will be taken?
When the graves are exposed and justice calls

Tranquility and splendor on wheels of fire
Will bring us reward when the false idols fall
Cruel death will rise and their pale ghosts retreat
When the vultures they've roosted come home to call

We don't need your organization
We've moved your mountains and marked your cards
Now our hearts must have the courage
For the burning of the guards