Pentagram - Thousand In The Eastland

Cold in the night, my mind freezin
Why do they fool me, how disgracin
Meaningles war, no one can leave it
Why do they live on the people bleedin

Hiding this truth we kill the peace man
Pray for these thousands in the eastland
Lie on the ground I'll still be thinkin
How they accept this life in true sin
Unreal's the peace, that we still believe in
I hear this sound of madness growin

Fighting with hatred feeds the rich men
Pray for these thousands in the eastland