Weapon Lyrics

The blackest visions
The greatest lies
The worst deeds
The meanest thoughts
Perverse demands
Are desires of the greatest

So stay awake and be ready to face
The worst of the worst
Hold weapon in your hands-
Weapon of the aggressor
The tribe of the father of darkness
Is winning the battle
For souls of the most hatred

They flooded with a stream
The nooks of our lives
They rose the foulness to the essence
Pushed poverty to valleys
Created themselves to draw
The strengths from their mastery