Sonata Arctica - To Create A Warlike Feel - Текст песни

They've decided to own the world tonight, create the standard, now roll the reel. 
Ambush the poor, take what they have to create a warlike feel (turn the page) 

A vision, resolution, friends and allies, easy come 
The golden moments, our lifestyle depends on your children, we're doomed if 

the war is over, all is lost 
Down the drain, keep fingers crossed 
Hope the World forgets or the World forgives 
Charm their minds and hearts, once more, 
For me. 

Use the time in the public eye 
"How we love you so" 
Now people, you should know, who's your foe 
Who's your friend, your enemy? 
The Enemy! 

"Yes, you are needed, so badly wanted. 
If we wish to live in peace, we need to fight, it demands a sacrifice." 
New blood is gathered, donations needed. 
Every day, one soul away of your fulfillment, the necessity. 

Unplug the damaged toys, all amputated souls 
For everything is over for them, we cannot 
Use a man, who's lost a hand, 
The education paid in full, as planned 

Did you hear, they say, the ground they walk's always been holier than mine. 
- Oiling the wheels with fire 
The only, the righteous, the privileged ones, the law, and the almighty power. 
- Burning the fields for one flower. 
A: 
What was black is now blue, nothing much is really new 
On the eve of Hell on Earth you walk the reddish snow. 
A chain of command lacks the balls to right the wrong, you proclaim 
They always only change the cadency, the song remains the same. 

You made our babies go where no parent can follow. 
The song remains the same 
“For die we must”, our heirs say. Drowning in sorrow forever left hollow... 

The bullets you created, shall be used against you, by the people, 
All the things you buried will be excavated and re-animated 
Fear the future, fear the creed, 
We all can see what's been concealed 
Together we stand alone behind the lines 
With our bare bones 

One, two, three, four, what the hell're we fighting for, now 
Five, six,six,six, lucky seven, 
Stripmine your private road to hell. 

Had we known how this ends in our defeat. I wonder... 
Would we still have given you all the children you would ever need. 

Always washed their minds, clean and white 
Like papers you have signed 
And people, a single mind, you feed the beast 
Thus create a warlike feel