War

Tell of the birth

Tell how war appeared on earth

Musicians with gongs

Permeate the autobahns

Foetus of disgusting breath

And she split the egg

Cast a spell and war was born

Come follow me

Out of the obscurity

Pilgrims in songs

Swamp the empty aerodrome

Kalashnikovs but no houses

Women at the double, march

No food for the spouses

They wait for the US drop

Russians sit back and laugh

While war casts her gory locks

Over the deserted docks

She casts her gory locks

Over the deserted docks

She cast a spell

Split an egg and war was born

And pillage hopes with gusto

Even though they have no nerve

And she does just look on

And war does what she has to

War does what she has to

People get what they deserve