The rivers run with blood – as the world turns it head – will the history books remember you
Silence in the structures as the dead they lie alone – and silence from the men who knew
Seems we have forgotten what can really happen – when a bloodlust rules the days to come
1945 just a distant memory – when we see evil men have done
War stories – they bring them back – they tell them to their friends at home
War stories – they never end – as children’s bodies lie alone
Theres an angel crying out loud in the new promised land – lies all he has to sell
Theres 10 dead bodies burnt in every single house – as we’re walking through the gates of hell
When will we learn that silence is complicit – close our eyes and close your shell
When they come for you who will be your saviour – or will you be forgotten as well
War stories – they bring them back – they tell them to their friends at home
War stories – they never end – as children’s bodies lie alone
When the moon is rising in a land filled with dread – when the people don’t care who is dead
When morals of the victors mean nothing anymore – when all the words have been said
War stories – they bring them back – they tell them to their friends at home
War stories – they never end – as children’s bodies lie alone
As the rivers run with blood – and the world turns it head
Will the history books remember the words that you said
Silence in the structures as the dead they lie alone
Silence is a virtue till they’re burning down your home
War stories – they bring them back – they tell them to their friends at home
War stories – they never end – as children’s bodies lie alone