Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages

I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil

At the thought of mine own sunken faith

My own heart is as hard as this land

Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days



Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages

I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil

At the thought of my life



Now as I stand at the edge of the field of Armageddon

I understand warfare that's been

And wars that are yet to be seen now

I understand warfare now



Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages

I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil

At the thought of mine own sunken faith

My own soul is as dry as this land

Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days



Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages

I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil

At the thought of these fields of blood turned to dust