歌词
First light
Under quiet, clouded cloak
All hell broke the ridge
Wry trees
Up a narrow trail, a wordless story
A war that never ends
Brothers and sisters sleep
In a bed hollowed by staves
Like discarded shells from guns of powerful men
Last one lays in red
Under swinging single light, no pulse
A war that never ends
How clever you lie
How many ways you kill
Your cure is worse than the disease
Your sated shrine
Your cup overfilled
Your cure is worse than the disease
A war that never ends
Our proudest legacy
Is how unendingly we scheme of
New ways to kill than condemn
A war that never ends
It became our greatest prize
To keenly wield skill to devise
More ways to cut than to mend
A war that never ends
How clever you lie
How many ways you kill
Your cure is worse than the disease
Your sated shrine
Your cup overfilled
Your cure is worse than the disease
A war that never ends