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