Easter Tiding, At War lyrics

Sitting, eating rats* in a barren hill

Everything so brown and beaten down

Easter Sunday this holy day

No plastic-egg laden trees here

The stench of diesel fumes and rot

Spent nitrates fill the air

Twisted wrecked and bloody bodies

Strewn about like 52 cards

This place where mortal men

Mock their god with contempt

Creating a hell on earth

Usurping celestial powers

To be pledging youth's malevelence

The destruction of men of life

Without concern or compassion

In the dusty winds of time

These grounds of destruction

Where God has been forsaken

Goodness buried deep in the dust

Beneath the ruins of civilization

Those hopes and aspirations once

Overtaken by fanatical destruction

A malevent force with no benefactor

Corrupted that find only corruption

Only time progresses to erase

The brevity of men and ideas

A place where evil forces thrive

And finally cannot prevail

Men have forgotten their purpose

The belief of creative hope

Their gods created in belief

Forsaken by their barbaric vices

Deities born of mens' aspirations

The goodness of mankind universal

Only those taught wrong fight

An erred combat of tainted ideals

Where is the hope in tomorrow

When men have no wish to live

To think with a clear mind

And question why the others stay

There is no great legacy to be

A martyr, forgotten tomorrow

Nameless souls have no joy

When families weep in sorrow

None can touch a flower's petal

That lay bloodless in barren soil

Where there they make their legacy

Contributing to lifeless dirt

• Artist:Ww Ww