We "won the War"
We made a temple to thieves
Enshrining the great criminal
who promised heaven without God

If we had sight to seem,
to see the seven seas
could cease to be or freeze in me
We'd shake this sudden sundering
and subsequently cross the strait
and traverse the wastes

We'll beat your rifles to shovels
and dig a proper grave for our sons
who saw the end of God
Wasteland
The flag will fall
with the wall we built
Wasteland

Apostate to the State,
Witness to the Dead
For you know only
a heap of broken Image
And when you rid this earth of God
we shall shelter Him underground

Fall into the coldest wastes
of wastes of humanity
Darkening circles fed
by deepening graves
"Death solves all problems"
Your heart is a statistic
No mother, no resistance
But still she precludes the grave

They saw the end of God
Wasteland
The flag will fall
with the walls we built
Wasteland