Coma Of Souls - Kreator

Masters of war

Merchants of false peace

Bleeding the lives of the lost

Feeding them terminal disease

Breaking the rules

No matter who gets hurt

Wholesaling useless trash

Charging twice what it’s worth

Freedom of thought a mirage

The coma is endless and deep

Feeling so worldly and wise

Fooled by the friends that we keep

Spirits on ice

They’ll never be free

One-dimensional lives

Will the coma of souls outlive eternity

Children are pawns

For generals to play with and kill

Mercy will never be found

Where mayhem is done for the thrill

Righteous crusades

Murder to honor a god?

No one is saved

Dead bodies shrivel and rot

Deep in the unconscious mind

Lies the oldest wisdom

Buried by centuries

Of war and inquisition

Truth is raped and crucified

By men with savage brains

And greed flows forth in endless waves

From fools to wretched slaves