Men of Honour
Watch the Slaughter
And call for some solution
Soldiers kill at master's will
The core of life pollution
Many die
Without a fight
In a storm of Revolution
Rifle shots
Machetes chop
But no-one stops the killing

Destruction will come
And they will seek peace
But there will be none

Can you hear the Marching feet?
See bodies piled in city streets,
Of men revered who lay to rest,
Violence in a sea of ces.
Can you hear the death bells toll
For those who die, Young and Old,
Freedom's Crushed, Lives are sold Away.



An awful sight
Is Genocide
One man's Supremecy
And as you see
You turn and plea
"Where's your humanity?"
I tell you son
These men have none
They're crippled with deceit
Their faces haunt you
Ideals repulse you
Deeds infuriate you.



Destruction will come
And they will seek peace
But there will be none

Can you hear the Marching feet?
See bodies piled in city streets,
Of men revered who lay to rest,
Violence in a sea of ces.
Can you hear the death bells toll
For those who die, Young and Old,
Freedom's Crushed, Lives are sold Away.