After The Sepulture Testo

don't need to be guided
their lambs become rams
tell them the universe hides inside us all
Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer...
is it what you got
or is it what they made
holy war for holy fools
blessed are those who break the rules
Men drink the scum of rage
at the lips of warrior priests
what happened, happened again
as no one gets; you cannot win
if someone lost
Streams of blood drown soldiers' hate
but mothers' tears call sons' revenge
Stay away from the sectarian and gregarious
if you want to keep the precious gift we share
be right to yourself, be your own judge
and know, non-resolved things
generate themselves over and over...