You must claim lives, so many lives To exert upon this earth an earnest will to live Becoming an instrument of death is not a choice, but fate Under laws made eternal! Our life is your death And our death is your life In this shrinking world At whose throat Even Eden draws her blade In this zero-sum game We've tamed the absurd And brought all discord to a halt! Those are the marvels of hierarchy Upon which a Polis is built Tribe and class, caste and creed We will be the Sparta of your Athens! If it was murder the first to be outlawed That's because it's our life's blood Whether by word or whether by blade It is death that permeates our every quest! Our death is your life And our life is your death In this shrinking world At whose throat Even Eden draws her blade In this zero-sum game There won't be rest nor peace of mind So long as anything that breathes evades our grasp Become death to become life Swear the oath and be reborn! Yet in the swing of the pendulum Through the course of age No one retains mastery over death And still, under gods or tyrants, or philosopher kings Our life is our death and All is well under the sun!