Storm World - Project Pitchfork

History of the world

Painted with blood

Every single page

A neverending chain of hate

Rattling bodies in the trench

Pyramids build out of corpses

We don’t realize the end

We still go on and on and on

Let’s sell our slaughter toys

I want more money

We want more money

Let’s rouse another war

I want more blood

We want more blood

Come to us

We’re here in the darkness

Come to us

We’ll make you crawl

Come on and join the army

Die for us, die for us

From cudgel to arrow

From nerve gas to atom bomb

I can’t stand it anymore

'cause the pressure’s gettin' sore

Why do we conjure up devils

As they live already beside us