Unclean

Centuries of wasted blood stain this war-torn land as our leaders look up to the sky
and await their next command why - must we die! why must we die for their cause!
terminations become the common way to cleanse the blood found unclean in the eyes of
christ, in the eyes of war, in the grasp of a god unseen why must we die... the sky has
turned a crimson red as the dead lie everywhere. There's christians, and there's catholics, then
there's muslims and there's jews. fighting for the name of god, for the color of their hate
when will we ever learn before it's too late? so tell me why we must die for their god? listen
up! they try, they try to drag you in always will, try and try to pull you in, you must resists
now! centuries of wasted blood stain this war-torn land again leaders look upon the sky,
you finance your atrocities with lives of those you swore to protect in order to achieve
strategic goals how can your princes justify this misery set upon the land? watch them
change the course of your history