When peasants clamp in feeble things are trampled down
Is the flesh of a symbol-doomed worth any pity
Did the rituals bring the force unto the imposter's crown

Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under god

Some of your sons bleed
Some of us burn
You make us and we make you
This is what we get in return

Some of your sons bleed
Some of us burn
You make us and we make you
This is what we get in return

Master the power we yielded is fading away
The bunker's dug deep but they've been knocking a million times
I formed your fire into an all-embracing light
When dawn breaks I will come with you into the night

Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under god

Some of your sons bleed
Some of us burn
You use us and we use you
This is what we get in return

Some of your sons bleed
Some of us burn
You use us or we use you
This is what we get in return

Some of your sons bleed
Some of us burn
You make us and we make you
This is what we get in return

Some of your sons bleed
Some of us burn
You make us and we make you
This is what we get in return