Gluttonous violence, stains of red paint the landscapes
The poor are sent to battlefields, the tyrants hide away
The envy for thy neighbor's land, it's deadly jealousy
The wrath of tyrants sound the call, millions soon to die
There will be blood, blood will have blood
These seven sins of war cause brutal ways to die
The greed of men has led to death by selfish virtue
Taking pride in genocidal rites, a badge of horror
But the most egregious of these sins, the sin of lust
The lust for blood, the lust for gold, the lust for power over man
There will be blood, blood will have blood
These seven sins of war cause brutal ways to die
Run to the hills and fear for your life
Tyrants will kill without hesitation
Kill or be killed, there's no other way
These seven sins have left their mark
There is no time to pray for salvation
There will be blood, blood will have blood
These seven sins of war cause brutal ways to die
You will die