We are all puppets of hate
For our doom we shall not wait
Our society does everything in haste
Fragrant it is but with a bad taste
Follow if you must the latest trend
To me you all seem to blend
For our actions we shall not be sorry
It was in the name of our personal glory
If you feel you must you can lead
Us all on a path away from greed
The crimson sword strikes the shield
Follow your comrades to the field
Do you know what it was all for?
I mean the loss of the war
Only the antagonist takes the blame
For the killing they feel the shame
Some day you shall feel shame for what you take
From your trance you shall awake
Independence is on the rise
Take of your mask we want no more lies
For now violence is the only path to glory
When shall we ever feel sorry?