Dead Diplomacy - Weapons of War

Rebellious, free,
choose death above enslavement. Brave, standing, their eyes, lit up.
When cattle plows against our tides, blades are sharpened.
Let passions flare. A choir of guns, flesh of foe and allies.

They'll shiver, they'll tremble. Their land, will be taken.
Regimes, will crumble! A tidal wave of blood.
When cattle plows against our tides, blades are sharpened.
Let passions flare! A choir of guns, flesh of foe and allies.

Peace keepers assembled.
Presses are bought.
On the backs of cattle,
our greed, indulged.

No choice but blood and iron. Ignore their empty pleas.
A speck of life is snuffed. Serve on your knees.
Democracy delivered, through the barrel of a gun.
No justice, no salvation! Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to run!

Peace keepers assembled. Weapons are bought.
On the backs of cattle. Our greed is indulged.
War trumpets are calling. Empire expands!
Cattle lays dormant, a futile end.

Attack! Kill! Leave, no-one standing.
Devour! Enslave! A master is vengeful.
Beware of treasury. The secret service must earn their bread.
Show them no mercy! The ones who oppose us deserve only death