Vortech
Текст песни Their Contract

The morning sun reflecting on their eyes
What they do is all a lie
A contract bound in flesh and signed with blood
In our name you will kill - or be shot

Shaved and trained to look all the same
Just so that there'll be none to take the blame
Sanguine sunrise - the day we must die
No one shall leave these fields alive

A blade of hatred, bisecting all who oppose
Suppressing all the critics - with silence, not by choice
The days of democracy have come to an end
Bitter rivalry making us all

Quench the gun, so violently - they want you to kill
In your ditch, you gather the rage - well done, pull the trigger
Cut down the enemy - they'll do the same to you
Fire away with no regret - you are entitled to