Tank treads rumble through the moonless black
A village unaware
Awakened by the sting of a bayonet
Across a bared throat
Sow the fields with quicklime
And shattered bones
They fire at will, they fire at will
Pyres roar in the darkness
To still the cries
They fire at will, they fire at will
Gloved fists and razor wire
Penning the survivors
Like starving cattle
The sick and dying collapse into the filth
Their eyes are hollow
An orderly line
Moths marching single-file to the flame
Cower and obey
And be allowed to crawl another day
Broken hands turned to bleeding spades
Digging trenches across the gun sights
The patient soil awaits unslakable
It thirsts, without judgement
The earth starts to shake
A paralytic fear
The stories were true
Peace and sunlight
A thing of the past
Shallow trenches filled in
We fall to genocide
We fall to genocide
Flesh, blood, and irrationality
It makes no difference
Pull the trigger
I'll be seeing you soon
Falling into a suffocating void
The smoking pits
The shallow graves
Black with flies
Ash rains upon the earth
The jutting ribs
The sobbing ones
Staring naked at a concrete sky
The question remains
Unanswered, unjustified
The depths of inhumanity
When victory has a hundred fathers
Genocide's an orphan
Who gave the order or who just followed
Makes no difference to the slain
Sow the fields with quicklime
And shattered bones
They fire at will, they fire at will
Pyres roar in the darkness
To still the cries
They fire at will, they fire at will