I am a vessel of inferior life Scripture sells I only wish for death's light You cannot deceive me You cannot break this bond of arms There is no want for this war to sleep They seek to purge, they seek to harm For the ghost of war is theirs Theirs to keep I am simple and narrow of vision Only I hold God's own kingdom You cannot silence this body of souls They think themselves immortal All but the moment their body's fall And the metal will be stripped to the core I am ironclad intention We are free of sympathy