|
Our past sufferings were lessons, |
|
and for every lesson we took our will got only stronger. |
|
These decades of misery were a lesson, |
|
and for each minute that passed our goal got only closer. |
|
And the final lesson, and it's final assignment, we give you this day. |
|
Take whatever you have at hand and turn it into a weapon. |
|
Take whatever feelings you have left and turn them into hatred. |
|
For there are no losers in our war. |
|
It brings glory to the victors, it edifies the character of the noble defeated. |
|
And it makes extinct what should not exist in the first. |
|
And when our day comes... |
|
All field lie fallow. |
|
All grounds are ripe with blood. |
|
Words echo hollow. |
|
When every ploughshare's made a sword. |
|
Comfort is the most dangerous enemy faced today. |
|
It lingers and renders you incapable of any action worthwhile. |
|
Serenity a poison made as deadly as any other. |
|
It pacifies you and induces a state of mind. |
|
In which you do not even recognize the most essential |
|
Tributes of your existence |
|
Our war is a wakeup call |
|
It will bring us back where we belong |
|
It will provide for us a reason for our existence |
|
This is not the war to end all wars |
|
This is the war that will never end... |
|
All field lie fallow. |
|
All grounds are ripe with blood. |
|
Words echo hollow. |
|
When every ploughshare's made a sword. |
