Songtext von Nineteenhundred

A Goliath so spasmodic Turn of events, ominous, historic Safeguard a creed demonic Love of war and war for love Through this age The ranks of the disaffected swelled The spectacle of imperia Wheel of doctrine in motion An industrialized anemia A wind of retaliation I see your blood-red eye And your sore interpretation No comfort when you die Let's talk of origin, a common source Indus festival of man You see, the way the river flows We are one, in grimy fever damned And I'm tired, sardonic And I'm tired, sardonic Dancing To your dirge catatonic To hear these precious bells in harmony The dispossessed, and their manifest, a token melody