Kill on Command Songtext
von Brandish

When the sun finally swallows the earth
It won′t care to spare our masters'
Foot soldiers
No honor, redemption, rebirth
Only forgotten wars, their memories scorched
Now who′s left to carry your fucking torch?


Gimme picturesque shrines of romance
Policies penned with blood on their hands
From butchering people and land
Gimme grotesque shrines to false prophets
With their cavalries and riot police
Built to kill on command

Sell it to me as social progress
When you build up your walls and fences
The beauty of thwarted trespasses
But lord, forgive us of our trespasses
For liberation of the savage
For this never-ending conquest