Civilization by Justice

Standing in line
As we march
To the drums of the east.
Paralyzed
And possessed
By crusaders deceased .
Lost to the sirens
That call from the
Turbulent tide
Bound by the science
That lives on the
Lips of the wise

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

Stand aside
As they bow
To the call of the beast
Tantalized
And seduced
By the demons released
Cast to the ground
By the whim
Of the merciless skies
Born to the fire
That burns
In the all seeing eye

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a millions sons
Civilization

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a millions sons
Civilization