Ashes in Your Mouth

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall Melting down all metals turning plows and shears to swords Shun words from the Bible; we need implements of war Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again Where do we go from here? And should we really care? The end is finally here God have mercy! Now we've rewritten history The one thing we've found out: Sweet taste of vindication It turns to ashes in your mouth If you're fighting to live, it's OK to die! The answer to your question is: welcome to tomorrow!