History counts its dead in round numbers, euphemisms and statistics
One thousand and one remains one thousand as though the one never existed
Faith comes down hard for the wounded
Faith comes down hard for the diseased
A future like a guillotine for a dark world on its knees
It's the burden of this generation, the rational of escalation,
Masters of obliteration no mercy, no consolation
Faith comes down hard for the wounded
Faith comes down hard for the diseased
A future like a guillotine for a dark world on its knees
It's the legacy of every nation genocide and desperation
Victims of obliteration no mercy, no consolation
Faith comes down hard for the wounded
Faith comes down hard for the diseased
A future like a guillotine for a dark world on its knees