Corpse Of Hope

There is a war after war and rumors of war exploding from the east.
There is a rumbling in the desert and there is talk about the beast.
Mothers cry because the rivers run high with the blood of too many sons.
Some people say peace is on the way but the worst is still to come.

And that thunder getting closer are the trumpets getting ready to blow.
There is going to be a shout that will wake the dead perhaps you had better be ready to go.
For this world that lies like a land of dreams has neither hope, nor love, nor light.
And we are los on this pitch dark plain while ignorant armies clash in the night.

There is a war after war and rumors of war exploding from the east.
The devils in power pretty to gods of war and sacrifice their beasts.
Mothers cry because the rivers run high with the blood of too many sons.
Some people say peace is on the way but the worst is still to come.

And that thunder getting closer are the trumpets getting ready to blow.
There is going to be a shout that will wake the dead and perhaps you will know
that there was a lesson never learned, a truth beyond our scope...
that peace is more than the lack of war, but we have buried the corpse of hope.