Testo Iskra - irons Iskra

Iskra - irons

Bound to destruction here we exist
too comfortable, too numb, too weak to resist
in our quest for knowledge we came to insanity
killing the earth for power and vanity

Murder came to us along the way
we questioned not those to blame
very clean he looked, yet grim
Seven bloodhounds followed him

fat from the life-source of their prey
Murder fed them day by day
one by one, and two by two
he tossed them human hearts to chew

next came Fraud, with his false smile
all were fooled by his tactful guile
we nurtured his existence accepted deceit
his clever mind wove our defeat

and the children, too innocent to know
round his feet played to and fro
we showed little care, there was no alarm
turned our backs and let them starve

clothed with the bible, as with light
and in the shadows of the night
like a serpent, next, Hypocrisy
the age old creed of the so called free

and many more destructions played
in this ghastly masquerade
their vile qualities in clever disguise
all respectable to common eyes

last came the cowardly leaders of the state
before their thrones we lay
those leaders bred a ghastly birth
and laid dead all life upon the earth

Hope lurked within this darkening hell
but for those who listened death befell
still She called for all to hear
in hope that truth would overcome fear

rise like lions after slumber
in unvanquishable number
shake your chains to earth like dew
which in sleep had befallen you
'ye are many ---- they are few.'

what is freedom? ---- ye can tell
that which slavery is too well----
for its very name has grown
to an echo of your own.

it is to work and have such pay
as just keeps life from day to day
in your limbs as in a cell
for the tyrants use to dwell

so that you for them are made
loom, and plow, and sword, and spade,
with or without your own will bent
to their defense and nourishment