Two goliaths, pulsing totems of our power and utmost knowledge
A religion ripe with martyrs, sacrificed unto the Father
From the ashes there will rise an army
Free to choose an enemy
Aim the eagle's talons at the scapegoat
Self-induced guilt certainly
As the subjects stew within their outrage
Fear will turn to loathing
Arm them with a faith in king and country
And thy will be done
Devised culpability will justify the invasion
Set the stage for genocide by demonizing foreign nations
Dissident radicals questioning, unconvinced
Will be branded as traitors
All attempts to discredit God's own wishes
Will be swiftly silenced
Superior armaments guarantee our future plans
The patriot, gun in hand, praises the troops and the homeland
Propaganda for the people
To convince them that this evil military fed religion
Is something that they've always wanted
A holy pedestal resting in blood
In preparation for when we are judged
Bow down
Force-fed militant patriotic all-or-nothing zeal
Lay the veil upon the flame until the time is here
God's will
Last commandment with a prayer, sacrificial Mass
Order will be born from chaos, our kingdom will last
Two goliaths, smoking rubble in the ruins of our culture
Representing honest people murdered for a vain ideal
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