Wastrels

Locked in fearful frenzy

Gripped n’ dragged into the crossfire

Pray to a true eye’s arsenal

And they’re dropping like flies, as you cry

Beware the light coming through!

There is no escape from here

Despite the vow that you took, I knew it

You can’t take it no more

But we are the bloody Wastrels of War

Pray in her name tonight, oh-oh!

Bold steel is twinkling bright

Let’s gather some heads, alright? Let none of

These paltry wimps

Escape alive

Slaughter is the way, our wisest women say

Go plow the killing ground and save

Your wailing sound for the whores!

Wicked eyes are scanning the hole

Only run when the Nether Priest

Points out the gates down to the mines

I struggle so hard to get you past the lines

But we are the bloody Wastrels of War

Pray in her name all night, oh-oh!

This gleaming edge, an elating sight

I’ll gather their heads, alright? Their sacrifice

Makes me feel alive

Slaughter is the way, our wisest women say

Go plow the killing ground and save

Your wailing sound for the boars!

You keep lamenting that she rapes us day by day

But we are her wastrels, every woman, child, and man

Quit the whining, show me your white teeth, and keep smiling!

I’ll stroke their heads tonight, oh-oh

Blood-soaked, a breathtaking sight

We were her wastrels

The moment we strode into the fight

Slaughter is the way, our wisest women say

Go plow the killing ground and spare

Us that wailing sound for good!