Shagohod - Martillo del Dios (or War in the Wake of the River Greed) Lyrics

Forward!
Put the cannons to them
Till the earth beneath their feet turns red
Let the vultures feast
We will feed them the carrion of men
Let your bayonet taste and let slip all the dogs of war
Let them break on our steel
Till they rise no more
Make me now, an instrument of war
Spare the peace, let me bring discord
All the suffering, I give as a means to receive
Wrap your hands around the throat of the world
I've come to believe that life is fair
But we don't wanna know
What that word means or entails
Of patriots and tyrants we expect the same things
"To be made holy in the bringing low"
Put them to the river's wake
Every man must meet his fate
But today is not that day
So I'll see them break
Worth every mile of hell
I'll walk in the end of days
You think you're spared
but I can small it in the air
The fear and black powder
And the stench of death, the eternal return
Like God's breath.
Make me now, an instrument of war
Spare the peace, let me bring discord
All the suffering, I give as a means to receive
Wrap your hands around the throat of the world

Forward!
Put the cannons to them
Till the earth beneath their feet turns red
Let the vultures feast
We will feed them the carrion of men
Let your bayonet taste and let slip all the dogs of war
Let them break on our steel
Till they rise no more
Make me now, an instrument of war
Spare the peace, let me bring discord
All the suffering, I give as a means to receive
Wrap your hands around the throat of the world
I've come to believe that life is fair
But we don't wanna know
What that word means or entails
Of patriots and tyrants we expect the same things
"To be made holy in the bringing low"
Put them to the river's wake
Every man must meet his fate
But today is not that day
So I'll see them break
Worth every mile of hell
I'll walk in the end of days
You think you're spared
but I can small it in the air
The fear and black powder
And the stench of death, the eternal return
Like God's breath.
Make me now, an instrument of war
Spare the peace, let me bring discord
All the suffering, I give as a means to receive
Wrap your hands around the throat of the world