Madness of War - Ringworm

These peaceful times won’t last, can’t release the past

Carry on a violent trend, pain and suffering of man

Consuming all, war machine, impaled heart of nazarene

Lashing out, shed my skin, waiting for it to begin

Except the fate that we choose realize that we all lose

Writhe in torment from below

Take my hand to hell we go

Carry on a violent trend, pain and suffering of man

Consuming all, war machine, impaled heart of nazarene

By the godly grace of war

Cleanse this world we’re dying for

Downward we go, spirals of war

Life in remiss

We’ve lost the right to exist