Paroles: Darkest Hour. Marching To The Killing Rhythm.

A grand deception
Disguised as God's redemption
Force fed delusions
Of grandeur calling out for

A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy

A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy

See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm

See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm

Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses
Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses

Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses
Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses

So put your blinders on
Replace your conscious with a flag
So you can forget
Money runs thicker than blood

A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy

A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy

See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm

See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm

Killing rhythm
Marching to the killing rhythm

See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm

See through this facade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm

Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses
Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses