There is sacred ritual
Comes here from hell
It's called a bloodshed
Goes year after year

The ritual instruments
Weapon of choice
Ceremonial hymn
Dictators voice

Raise up banners
Wash away sin
Take out daggers
Let bloodshed begin

That moving altars
Is war machines
Torn off limbs and scars
The colors of wins

The thousands of coffins
Worthy final
The crowded cemeteries
Adequacy falls