Darkest Hour
"Marching To The Killing Rhythm"

A grand deception
Disguised as gods redemption
Forcefed delusions of grandeur
Calling out for
A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy
See through this fa�ade
Of retribution
This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm
Spilling blood in veign
Subdues the vengeful masses
So put your blinders on
Replace your conscious with a flag
So you can forget
Money runs thicker than blood