Wastrels

Locked in fearful frenzy
Gripped n’ dragged into the crossfire
Pray to a true eye’s arsenal
And they’re dropping like flies, as you cry
Beware the light coming through!
There is no escape from here
Despite the vow that you took, I knew it
You can’t take it no more
But we are the bloody Wastrels of War

Pray in her name tonight, oh-oh!
Bold steel is twinkling bright
Let’s gather some heads, alright? Let none of
These paltry wimps
Escape alive
Slaughter is the way, our wisest women say
Go plow the killing ground and save
Your wailing sound for the whores!

Wicked eyes are scanning the hole
Only run when the Nether Priest
Points out the gates down to the mines
I struggle so hard to get you past the lines
But we are the bloody Wastrels of War

Pray in her name all night, oh-oh!
This gleaming edge, an elating sight
I’ll gather their heads, alright? Their sacrifice
Makes me feel alive
Slaughter is the way, our wisest women say
Go plow the killing ground and save
Your wailing sound for the boars!

You keep lamenting that she rapes us day by day
But we are her wastrels, every woman, child, and man
Quit the whining, show me your white teeth, and keep smiling!

I’ll stroke their heads tonight, oh-oh
Blood-soaked, a breathtaking sight
We were her wastrels
The moment we strode into the fight
Slaughter is the way, our wisest women say
Go plow the killing ground and spare
Us that wailing sound for good!