Текст песни The Acacia Strain — War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Yeah!
Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh lord yeah!
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Yeah!
Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh lord yeah!
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
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Текст песни The Acacia Strain — War Pigs раскрывает картины бесчеловечных войн, где генералы собираются как колдуны на черных мессах, планируя разрушение. Политики скрываются, начав войну, но перекладывают бремя борьбы на бедных. Война становится игрой для власти, где люди обращаются как шахматные фигуры. Однако наступает момент, когда власть военных свергается, и приходит судный день. Страшащий образ апокалипсиса рисует картину конца войны, когда силы зла уничтожаются, и наступает день суда. Лица войны умоляют о пощаде за грехи, но зло торжествует, развивая свои крылья.