Lyrics Ploughshares into Swords - Arditi

Ploughshares into Swords

Our past sufferings were lessons
And for every lesson we took our will got only stronger
These decades of misery were a lesson
And for each minute that passed our goal got only closer
And the final lesson, and it’s final assignment, we give you this day
Take whatever you have at hand and turn it into a weapon
Take whatever feelings you have left and turn them into hatred
For there are no losers in our war
It brings glory to the victors, it edifies the character of the noble defeated
And it makes extinct what should not exist in the first
And when our day comes…
All field lie fallow
All grounds are ripe with blood
Words echo hollow
When every ploughshare’s made a sword
Comfort is the most dangerous enemy faced today
It lingers and renders you incapable of any action worthwhile
Serenity a poison made as deadly as any other
It pacifies you and induces a state of mind
In which you do not even recognize the most essential
Tributes of your existence
Our war is a wakeup call
It will bring us back where we belong
It will provide for us a reason for our existence
This is not the war to end all wars
This is the war that will never end…
All field lie fallow
All grounds are ripe with blood
Words echo hollow
When every ploughshare’s made a sword