High above the sleeping city streets where we've all grown,
A silent evil slithers through the dawn
Bilssful in our ignorance - God how could we have known,
Today would be the day we learn to mourn?
The shades of old dictators rise,
Impassive eyes - cold hearted,
Watch their 'wunderkinder' try to finish what they started
The morning sky had barely yielded to the suns's caress,
When from the hilss came 'Yellow Wasps' in swarm
Zvornik wakes - discovers what a devil of a mess,
A fragile peace can look when it's been torn
Now we stand like broken statues 'midst the wreckage of our homes,
Try to recognize our children by the rags upon their bones
Out of the 'Cold War' - into the ceasefire flame!
Chorus:
Opened wounds - unsettled scores,
An ancient hate - new icons
The front line starts at our back doors
'Cause bygones won't be bygones
Cleanse the bloodline - start the cull,
Nazi roulette - six chambers full
Fail to read the warning signs,
Find yourself in troublesometimes
While common sense hat turned it's back
a shadow crossed our nation
Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?
Out of the 'Cold War' - into the ceasefire flame!
Chorus:
Opened wounds - unsettled scores,
An ancient hate - new icons
The front line starts at our back doors
'Cause bygones won't be bygones
Through a mask of tears and cinder -
watch your cornfields burn like tinder
Fail to read the warning signs,
Find yourself in troublesometimes