Lyrics
[Verse 1] Come with me, young boy, It’s time you learned to fight. The war is at our doorstep No end in sight. Many lives have burned away, For glory, we’ll die. We’ll take what’s ours with blood and flame, And make the world look our way. [Verse 2] I’m too young to hold a weapon, The boy said, voice gone thin. My family’s already shattered Most of them are dead. Go find another village, You’ve taken all we had. There’s nothing left but ash here Your war has made us ghosts, consumed by fear. (ambient guitar swell, tribal toms) [Guitar Solo - Soaring, heavily processed and sustained guitar lead over intensifying electronic soundscape and driving drums] Oooh [Verse 3] Feed the pyres, Keep them lit. The men are gone, The kids still fit. Bare feet in the ruins, Still they breathe. Bodies for the rifles, The war won’t leave. [Outro + fade out] Feed the pyres… the children next. Feed the pyres… the children next. (repeat with fading echoes)