Lyric Rivers Of The Blood
Have you seen the rivers of the blood?
First a trickle, then a flood --
First the ocean s pounding roar,
Then a tidal wave hits upon the shore.
Knives and arrows fell like rain,
And the powder burst aflame,
And the flames they flew so high --
Dropped their poison down from the sky.
In the shadow of the bygone days
Millions died in a million ways.
Now the whining of the missile s call:
It s time to rise or it s time to fall,
For now one million bombs are stored,
But they keep building more and more.
Can t you hear the warning sound?
Don t you know there s still time to turn around?
In the shadow of the bygone days
Millions died in a million ways.
Now the whining of the missile s call:
It s time to rise or it s time to fall,
For now one million bombs are stored,
they keep building more and more.
Can t you you hear the warning sound?
Don t you know there s still time to turn around?
-- time to turn around.
First a trickle, then a flood --
First the ocean s pounding roar,
Then a tidal wave hits upon the shore.
Knives and arrows fell like rain,
And the powder burst aflame,
And the flames they flew so high --
Dropped their poison down from the sky.
In the shadow of the bygone days
Millions died in a million ways.
Now the whining of the missile s call:
It s time to rise or it s time to fall,
For now one million bombs are stored,
But they keep building more and more.
Can t you hear the warning sound?
Don t you know there s still time to turn around?
In the shadow of the bygone days
Millions died in a million ways.
Now the whining of the missile s call:
It s time to rise or it s time to fall,
For now one million bombs are stored,
they keep building more and more.
Can t you you hear the warning sound?
Don t you know there s still time to turn around?
-- time to turn around.