Paroles: Pentagram. 1000s In The Eastland.

Cold in the night my mind is freezin
Why do they fool me how disgracin
Mmeaningless war, no one can leave it
Why do they live on people bleedin

Hiding this truth, we kill the peace, man
Pray for these thousands in the eastland

Lie on the ground, I'll still be thinkin
How they accept this life in true sin
Unreal is the peace, that we still believe in

A? hear this sound of madness growin

Fighting with hatred feeds the rich men
Pray for these thousands in the eastland