Don’t be fooled,

Bombs will never be weapons of peace -

Bombs are weapons of war.

When judging your enemy, ignorance rules supreme

In the heart of the military war machine.

Trapped in the illusion of evolution,

Spiritual confusion; the human family divided

Mentally undecided to be conquered and ruled

Where ignorance no longer means who can read and who cannot,

Take aim, Gunslinger -

Fashion Killer…

The season this year is red,

Where bombs are weapons of peace..

..sitting in the company of Death.

This is land is my land

This land is yours

This land will claim its weight in worth;

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust -

This land is us..

(You leave us scorched by the embers of our dreams

Extinguished in the ashes of minds

Targeted, violated;

But the seed remains

Rooted to the reality of our pains; the reality of pain itself

With pain, we shall bury your injustice

Our conviction shall not remain hostage

Your cowardice a haemorrhage, the evidence of your deeds

Your crimes only serve to increase our defiance

For as do ancient souls, know we also :

History does not forget the subjugation of the innocent

Tears do not erase the sins of the vile)

Vous nous laissez nous consumer dans les braises ardentes de nos rêves

Réduits en cendres dans le creuset de nos esprits

Traqués, violés…

Mais la graine subsiste, intacte

Enracinée dans la réalité de nos douleurs, dans la douleur elle-même

Avec elle, nous enterrerons votre injustice

Notre conviction ne sera plus jamais otage

Votre lâcheté est une hémorragie, la marque indélébile de vos actes

Vos crimes ne font qu'accroître notre défiance

Car tout comme les âmes ancestrales, le savoir demeure en nous

L'histoire n'oublie pas la subjugation des innocents

Les larmes n'effacent pas les péchés des infâmes