Paroles de 'Blood Of The Martyr' par Bet The Devil

Flying over wind-swept fields on a day when the world seems insane
See the huddled masses flee as the bullets fall like rain
Cut down, the bodies fall, piled high like bundles of wood
Drowning-out the cries of the dying, will evil triumph over good?

Technological breakthroughs that increase the killing
keep hands from being soiled by blood
Progress for the sake of destruction
humanity is dragged through the mud

Marching over conquered lands occupying with tanks and with guns
Imposing foreign concepts, the damage cannot be undone
Blood-soaked sands of the desert the weapons keep getting smarter
Worldwide, violent jihad fueled by the blood of the martyr

Technological breakthroughs that increase the killing
keep hands from being soiled by blood
Progress for the sake of destruction
humanity is dragged through the mud
What have we gained? How will we be judged?
New sources of pain, down the path we continue to trudge.

It’s coming to a boiling point

Blood-soaked sands of the desert the weapons keep getting smarter
Worldwide, violent jihad, fueled by the blood of the martyr

Technological breakthroughs that increase the killing
keep hands from being soiled by blood
Progress for the sake of destruction
humanity’s dragged through the mud

This is our technological breakthrough…
the global jihad is fueled by the blood of the martyr…