The Poetry Of The Scarred Earth

Bombers beat the drums of war

Salvation dripping from the skies

The hammer is pounding

Listen now, you'll hear

The fine poetry of the howitzers

It's cracking the ground

They speak of an age of fire and an age of storm

It's the poetry of the scarred earth, listen

Phoenix, rise above raven tell your tales

Bear witness to mankind's coming of age

For every bomb, for ripples in earth's crust

Hail praise victory

For every erased thought, for the culling of man

Raise the chalice high

All hail war

Rage on

For ruin in ruins, a wasteland eternal

World's canvass covered in blood

Death's hammer is pounding

Pollockian motfits of defiled humans

Our most blessed sacrament

A masterful stroke

Drive the machine of war

With iron will and hand

It's the poetry of the scarred earth

Listen: Filter population, till words are forgotten

And speech is no more

For ruin, for the furrows of the plough

Hail praise victory

For every erased word

For the culling of man raise the chalice

Sing songs of war

Hail praise war

Rage on

Death's hammer is pounding

Behold the end and behold the renewal

There can be peace, no more

What lies ahead in brave new world?

The can be peace, no more