Harrow - Monks lyrics

Within the memories the cold backroom That shelters us from dying I've got a bluebird singing freedom Got a gun to guard the rations Every truckload fights the hellfire, feeds the wrong side No solution, ice cold weather, it's a weapon Guide the last men free opinions At the sacrifice of children In their temples peaceful worships The hatred feeds the tension Every truckload fights the hellfire, feeds the wrong side No solution, ice cold weather, it's a weapon We are the monks the teachers of slaughter Life got its prize will mankind survive We are the preachers incurable fighters Sword is the gospel, the gospel of love We are the monks the teachers of slaughter Life got its prize will mankind survive We are the preachers incurable fighters Sword is the gospel, the gospel of hate We are the monks the teachers of slaughter Life got its prize will mankind survive We are the preachers incurable fighters Sword is the gospel, the gospel of love We are the monks the teachers of slaughter Life got its prize will mankind survive We are the preachers incurable fighters Sword is the gospel, the gospel of hate