In Evil, Sickness and in Grief

The church has called us up and asked for hate And with joy clouds of greatest violence go create For this war we're forced to bleed and fight For this war we darken the day, light the night And for this war we spread the soldiers' blight And for this war all towns waken and ignite For this war slaughter with all your might But for this war forget what's good and right Is this my life, my role? - War owns you, your soul Are these my deeds, my belief? - In evil, sickness and in grief Am I human, am I true? - War owns you, and all of you Am I nothing but your knave? - Nothing but our slave Burning, maiming, self unblaming Bringing those to the altar, angel's slaughter Those die who hope for hope, church bells pound And those die who raise up arms, chop around Those die who hide away and make no sound Those die who pray to God before they're found Those die who quickly run or go to ground But those who stand and fight die every night Is this my life, my role? - War owns you, your soul Are these my deeds, my belief? - In evil, sickness and in grief Am I human, am I true? - War owns you, and all of you Am I nothing but your knave? - Nothing but our slave A man of war is man no more Live this lie, yet inside die My soul is eaten, my spirit beaten All the evil I bear, with no one can share Is this my life, my role? - War owns you, your soul Are these my deeds, my belief? - In evil, sickness and in grief Am I human, am I true? - War owns you, and all of you Am I nothing but your knave? - Nothing but our slave A man of war I'll be no more Not live this lie, like an enemy die Clamp your irons to my throat, make me suffer as you gloat Be it so for I now leave, life regain, suicidal grieve My ills make me bleed - We shall hunt you in haste In soul, in blood, never freed - War will make you chaste No! Must I hack my way through madness, through innocence To make my way to peace, to innocence And so you shall, our weakest child Desert, and you will pay, your service still will stay And so you shall, weakest child Your fragile heresy, our vilest leprosy, forever will you be our child My ills make me bleed In soul... in blood... never freed

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 07, 2025