In Evil, Sickness and in Grief Lyrics


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