Stop Marching

Stop marching, soldier
Towards dishonest merits
Your patriotism is merely a doll
To quench the thirst for lucre and blood
Of capricious minds

Please, stop encouraging
The pain and suffering
Of who is guiltless as you are

Or you can dance along the plans of Hades
And spin in its mammoth claret hands
As he urges to drop you on a loathful game
Of might and gold

Stop marching, soldier
Towards insidious journeys
Carnage's not the path for glory
So, stop encouraging
The harm and misery
Of who is innocent as you are

Or you can dance along the plans of Hades
And spin in its mammoth claret hands
As he urges to drop you on a loathful game
Of might and gold