A War for the ages, shifting of tide
Morality, hatred and ethnic divide
Onward to Mecca with crosses in hand

Attack without blessing in God's holy land

Ancient division, revision of sight

Perception of hatred as man's holy right
A war without end over God sheds no light
When souls burn in hell as the fields burn the night


I'll send your son to protect my way of life


A war for the ages, shifting of tide
No boundary, no continental divide
Where doctors of spin ease ours minds when it's said

That “the victor is proven by numbers of dead”

A warrior dies, a god left in place

Inspiring thousands to hatred of race
An empire rises, with ashes it falls
As we sleep with our enemies within these walls


I'll send your son to protect my way of life
As souls burn in hell and oil fires burn the night


I the walking dead, woeful are the sheep
In blots of low I stray, beyond the cradle keep