When men on their thrones
Make light of our lives
Only they themselves are unscathed
Not even can justice survive
Survive…
These are the forsaken sons
Of a forsaken time
These are the ill gotten gains
Of an ill begot war
No pistols at dawn
No battle songs
Just dead and wounded and maimed
And men on both sides who've done wrong
Done wrong…
These are the ill gotten sons
Of an ill gotten time
These are the ill gotten gains
Of an ill begot war
As useful as pawns
As faithful as dogs
So fierce and unyielding in vain
But cut down as easy as logs
As logs…
These are the damn rotten sons
Of a damn rotten time
These are the ill gotten gains
Of an ill begot war