Wars never cease to insult yet amazenThe ability of the butchernTo win the favor of the cattlenThe great unwashed dig their gravesnInto which they will gladly lienSo willing to fucking dienFor those who owe their privilegenTo the grinding of the poornnMonth after monthnYear after yearnFor those who owe their privilegenTo the grinding of the poornFall on your swordnnBlood tribute paid to this god, capitalnLives sacrificed to this Moloch of greednFor those who owe their privilegenTo the grinding of the poornFall on your sword