Paroles: Krum Bums. The Sound. The Locust.

They call to arms and send them
Forth like locusts
Man is harvest, gun the hand of God
Misinterpretation of the Holy Word
Makes blind faith men MURDERERS

[Chorus:]
Thou Shalt Not
Sent forth as heroes, but brought back are corpses
Thou Shalt Not
Sent forth as heroes, but brought back are corpses
Thou Shalt Not
KIIILLLLLL

In the name of God

Horsemen have ridden
Death sweet on their lips
Pharaohs, Kings, and Presidents
March on oh ye foolish ones
Your hearts consume like
The burning sun

[Chorus x2]

Follow your leader
Follow your God
KILL!