Låttexter
We "won the War"
We made a temple to thieves
Enshrining the great criminal
Who promised heaven without God
If we had sight to seem to see the seven seas could cease to be
Or freeze in me, we'd shake this sudden sundering
And subsequently cross the strait
And traverse the wastes
We'll beat our rifles to shovels
And dig a proper grave for our sons
Who saw the end of God: Wasteland
The flag will fall with the walls we built: Wasteland
Apostate to the state, witness to the dead
For you know only a heap of broken image
And when you rid this earth of God
We shall shelter Him underground
Fall into the coldest wastes of humanity
Darkening circles fed by deepening graves
"Death solves all problems"
Your heart is a statistic
No mother, no resistance
Still, she precludes the grave
They saw the end of God: Wasteland
The flag will fall with the walls we built: Wasteland
Wasteland
