Текст песни History Written Upon The Blood Of The Dead

drinking glory from your victims bodies we follow and wave the flag we dance our victories upon the dead history means nothing to me blank pages written in blood is the only thing that I see but the winners keep writing their lies selfishness stands in the eyes of the beast consumed by this white men's world time to burn all these lies what shines is the greed and we bow down to your power but the innocents bleed, minute by minute, hour by hour wake up sheep history is written upon the blood of the dead and as we keep sinking deep imperialism and power are still being fed