| See the red Messiah high upon a soap-box pulpit
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| Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand
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| While apprentice Hitlers gather down in inner city subways
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| To immortalize their ignorance with aerosol spray cans
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| Life is the lesson
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| History our tutor
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| Learn from the past
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| Preserve us a future
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| So many causes I could die for but I don’t know which is right
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| In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight
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| Why must brother kill his brother when united they should stand?
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| Men by swords and words divided in our Broken Promised Land
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| These tattered battle standards fly, their colours do not run
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| Unlike our tears that trickle down the decades soon to come
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| You promised us a Golden Age, we couldn’t wait to try it
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| But never told us of the blood we’d have to shed to buy it
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| We are brought forth with nothing, we struggle for nothing
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| And then unto nothing return
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| Though their words have no meaning, to question them: «Treason!»
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| Look back, watch the pages of history burn
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| Our Devil has two wings, both left wing and right
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| They carry him far on this anarchic flight
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| 'Til the fools of all the nations now at his command
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| Bring darkness to once green, now unpleasant lands
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| The voices on your TV are like whispers in a dream
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| Someone else’s nightmares in a place you’ve never been
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| But the streets run red round Tiananmen Square
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| And the blood won’t wash away
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| You don’t recognise their faces, so young and dead they stay
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| You’ve never had to answer to the barrel of a gun
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| So how could you expect
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| Expect what was to come?
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| In the troubled streets of Moscow and in tenements in Moss Side
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| There are people using silver tongues to turn dissenting worms
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| How can the dissatisfaction of some left or right wing faction
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| Hope to justify the bombs that burst, the innocents that burn?
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| We move in vicious circles as we fan the fires of hate
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| And laugh as the Four Horsemen clamour at the starter’s gate
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| We are brought forth with nothing, we struggle for nothing
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| And then unto nothing return
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| Though their words have no meaning, to question them: «Treason!»
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| Look back, watch the pages of history burn
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| Our Devil has two wings, both left wing and right
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| They carry him far on this anarchic flight
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| 'Til the fools of all the nations now at his command
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| Bring darkness to once green, now unpleasant lands
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| Preserve us a future! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Broken Promised Land , by - Skyclad. Song from the album A Burnt Offering for the Bone Idol, in the genre Фолк-метал