The Holy Mountain - Hammers lyrics

And still we soldier on To find some grace A reason or meaning To stay alive To not gouge our eyes And deafen our ears Surrounded by all destitute And bankrupt concepts The yield of a rich and blood soaked soil The fevers wane and the lulls build hope But always return to stir the pa**ions Of the cowardly And set ablaze the cannibalistic hearts Of evil men To ink another page In the blood of those deserving and those not Our leaders, our enemies Who speak in the sour tongue of beasts And if there are enemies at every turn By necessity, an opposition must exist In words In action By principle Our lives must be our resistance It's not a war that we will ever win But we fight it everyday, until our own end We revolt in the way we live Because selling out has never been an option It's not a war that we will ever win But giving in will never be an option