End of Babylon

The blood of a thousand martyrs spills endlessly Across the barren desert From the dawn of creation We've instilled this hatred as a birthright into their souls We have brought with us suffering and condemnation Greed and malice are the tools that we bring There can only be death when we try to change the will of mankind There can never be peace in a land born to bloodshed There can only be peace when the Euphrates runs red Let the rivers run red with vengeance Sow the soil with salt so nothing can ever grow again So many lives have been lost for this So much suffering Too many lives have been lost There can only be peace When Jerusalem burns to the ground We will march over our own dead Years and years we fight We all fall down