The night's belly is full with the fruits of the day
Blood orange seeps in the roots of her clay
And the fires burn like stars in the ocean
Dark rhythms thrum in perennial song
We're born of the sun
To ravage the earth
Like violent children
Who crawled from the mud
The blood of our anger
Coagulates fast
On the spoils of our plunder
And in our blackening hearts
So many descend through this valley of blood
As many as the stars that burn up above
All these million souls that march to the beat of
War's mighty drum into the bowels of the earth
We're born of the sun
To ravage the earth
Like violent children
Who crawled from the mud
The blood of our anger
Coagulates fast
On the spoils of our plunder
And in our blackening hearts
We're born of the sun
To ravage the earth
Like violent children
Who crawled from the mud
The blood of our anger
Coagulates fast
On the spoils of our plunder
And in our blackening hearts