Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Broken Promised Land, artist - Skyclad. Album song A Burnt Offering for the Bone Idol, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 07.04.1992
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
A Broken Promised Land |
See the red Messiah high upon a soap-box pulpit |
Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand |
While apprentice Hitlers gather down in inner city subways |
To immortalize their ignorance with aerosol spray cans |
Life is the lesson |
History our tutor |
Learn from the past |
Preserve us a future |
So many causes I could die for but I don’t know which is right |
In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight |
Why must brother kill his brother when united they should stand? |
Men by swords and words divided in our Broken Promised Land |
These tattered battle standards fly, their colours do not run |
Unlike our tears that trickle down the decades soon to come |
You promised us a Golden Age, we couldn’t wait to try it |
But never told us of the blood we’d have to shed to buy it |
We are brought forth with nothing, we struggle for nothing |
And then unto nothing return |
Though their words have no meaning, to question them: «Treason!» |
Look back, watch the pages of history burn |
Our Devil has two wings, both left wing and right |
They carry him far on this anarchic flight |
'Til the fools of all the nations now at his command |
Bring darkness to once green, now unpleasant lands |
The voices on your TV are like whispers in a dream |
Someone else’s nightmares in a place you’ve never been |
But the streets run red round Tiananmen Square |
And the blood won’t wash away |
You don’t recognise their faces, so young and dead they stay |
You’ve never had to answer to the barrel of a gun |
So how could you expect |
Expect what was to come? |
In the troubled streets of Moscow and in tenements in Moss Side |
There are people using silver tongues to turn dissenting worms |
How can the dissatisfaction of some left or right wing faction |
Hope to justify the bombs that burst, the innocents that burn? |
We move in vicious circles as we fan the fires of hate |
And laugh as the Four Horsemen clamour at the starter’s gate |
We are brought forth with nothing, we struggle for nothing |
And then unto nothing return |
Though their words have no meaning, to question them: «Treason!» |
Look back, watch the pages of history burn |
Our Devil has two wings, both left wing and right |
They carry him far on this anarchic flight |
'Til the fools of all the nations now at his command |
Bring darkness to once green, now unpleasant lands |
Preserve us a future! |