drinking glory from your victims bodies
we follow and wave the flag
we dance our victories upon the dead
history means nothing to me
blank pages written in blood is the only thing that I see
but the winners keep writing their lies
selfishness stands in the eyes of the beast
consumed by this white men's world
time to burn all these lies
what shines is the greed and we bow down to your power
but the innocents bleed, minute by minute, hour by hour
wake up sheep
history is written upon the blood of the dead
and as we keep sinking deep
imperialism and power are still being fed