This is the face of war This is the sound of human rising And we've drawn out the Lord From his grave to use him for fighting Sun warms so weakly Through this winter of the ages On the tongues words as guns I see the man killing in trance Naked Christ fell down on the ground And we cry for reincarnations Still waiting for the liberty Shaking in deadly cramp Arma Christi in my hands Now I can feel what's victim here The pain penetrates torn heart Still waiting for the time of glory This is not good theme for fairy tales With an explanation in a language of false Christ Here, in a human being's dreamland Where cross is each body's finish And love is revolver's charge With purity we feed our stomachs And at the end is love under will Secret incarnations Killing holy nations Children still play equally But Jesus looks so deadly Play with fire Secret desire Take holy grail Loud victim's wall