Lyrics:

Sacrifices must be made
To the gods of war again
It's the grunt that pay the price
And the profiteers who win

Who brought this world of sorrow?
Who stole your tomorrow?
Far from home brought by lies
Fighting on you don't know why
Death rains drones from on high
While rats get fat good soldiers die

They'll greet you there with open arms
You know they'll welcome you with flowers
Lies they tell to to ease their mind
All while serving darker powers

Who brought this world of sorrow?
Who stole your tomorrow?
Far from home brought by lies
Fighting on you don't know why
Death rains down from on high
While rats get fat good soldiers die

The friend becomes the enemy
While a march to war begins again
Politicians eye the polls
While the priests absolve their sins

Who brought this world of sorrow?
Who stole your tomorrow?