People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads.
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads.
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall.

Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords,
Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war.
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again

/Chorus/
Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here,
God have mercy!

Now we've rewritten history
The one thing we've found out,
Sweet taste of vindication,
It turns to ashes in your mouth.

/Chorus/

If you're fighting to live
It's O.K. to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!

Where do we go from here?
God have mercy!

/Chorus/