For the events of war bring the tragic losses of lives
 The prideful acts of murder, among men
 Let this be the death of our era
 From this bowels of humanity
 Does murder prove right?
 Below the skies, that are lit at night
 Hail the gun of the warmachine
 2,000 years of destroying life
 What does that mean?
 200 years of tyranny
 What does that mean?
 A fraud of a country
 Weak in respect, we thrive on neglect
 For those who surround us
 The third world means nothing
 Poverty & disease
 Quarantined to never plague the white lives
 This is the cost of murder