Lyrics Children's Game - Irradiance

Children's Game

She comes
Tell us this tale
She comes
But is it a tale?
Listen oh my friend
Sad story of humanity
Or may I say brutality
Greed of moving men
On the road to ruin
Learning nothing
Brilliant in destruction
From history
Killer on reflection
There’s no remorse
How can they be so ill?
Mass moral doesn’t exist
Creative with the steel
Yes, they are so ill
You cannot imagine
You can’t even conceive
A kind so perfidious
Tearing a child away from love
Can you see his soft flesh in line of sight
Poor pawn seeing reality
Whose mind is tasting their cruelty
Sad skin grounded of light
In the din and cries
Snatched by the flames of industry
Under shell rain, of obscurity
He only wanted to close his eyes
He streched out
There’s no trace anymore
He’s vanishing
Not even a memory
Leaving a mark
Everything’s cold and quiet
Rifle covered with sand
Child as cannon-fodder is nothing more
Than a pawn on a chess board
It’s a children’s game
Just as
We expected
It was
Not a fairy tale
Pawn on a chess board to play
This children’s game