Suiting gray skies over the streets of Moscow rain down Mixing with the dull colors of the blood Dripping from her gown Painting the scene of the woman Holding high for the worlds display: Her freshly severed child's head, not Even yet in decay Suiting gray skies over the streets of Moscow rain down Mixing with the dull colors of the blood Dripping from her gown Painting the scene of the woman Holding high for the worlds display: Her freshly severed child's head, not Even yet in decay "Doomsday will come!" But doomsday has already come The pendulum swings to and from Opening the doors To a war-torn place Extending benevolence in good faith Surely we would run If we lived their plight So attempt to restore Revoked human right We remain secretly transfixed As opposing cultures try to mix Advanced and primitive, Before and after Both convinced we are master Enforcement responds To the immediate threat Society continues only slightly offset Still blind to the underlying Conflicting beliefs breeding violent Creations We look upon them As they look upon us Each with equal disgust In retaliation grows our trust To be the righteous ones, we must Who is correct in "Moral bloodshed? A truth we may never see For pursuing questions has Only led to boundless obscenity