From Ruin... We Rise

Newcomers dance and sing

Relieved by the passing of spring

They feel the grace of the sun

Their misfortune has not yet begun

Where the men used to come for their drinks

Where the children would play endlessly

They have taken our everything

They know not what tomorrow shall bring

On the opposite side of the field

A vengeance that shall never yield

Fathers weep for their sons

Their suffering cannot be undone

Why cry?

From squalor and ruin we rise

They reap what they've sown

(From squalor and ruin we rise)

Arise, arise

Past the horizon lay paradise

But here the rivers run red

Dregs of the world seen through their eyes

Less than the dung below the flies

Fields of the dead bake in the light

Children, women and men, their bodies lie

Piled in the streets stacked six feet high

Tell me why, oh why

Limbs contorted

Anatomical morbid distortions

At a biblical limit the purging

In our hearts is a rage ever burning

Come the next morning

We attack with a thousand scornings

Look upon us like death is emerging

Beginning the righteous charge, disparaging

Now it's our turn for the scourging

With a hatred relentlessly swarming

Skies wail as rockets are hurling

Falling down to earth screaming and bursting

Miles, miles and miles of corpses

They bear witness to vindictive forces

As far as the eyes can see

If you saw it you wouldn't believe it

When will these fucking wars end?

Why cry?

From squalor and ruin we rise

They reap what they've sown

(From squalor and ruin we rise)

Arise, arise

Past the horizon lay paradise

But here the rivers run red