They Brag They'll Build on the Blood They've Spilled

The sons of demons threaten and dance

Songs of "conquest" on blood-drenched land

Not giving thought that overhead

Armageddon looms for their deaths instead.

The merciless hordes, the Devil's own,

Make plans of greed 

For the lands they stole - 

To build their cities

On fields of blood,

The carcasses of children

In the mud.

But the spilled blood of the innocent

Cries up to God

From the land it pollutes - 

It just won't stop

From under new buildings

It would scream

Until avenged by God

On the bloodguilty

From under lots,

Cafes and shops,

Blood-stained ground would shake - 

Until all achieved by MURDER

DISINTEGRATES.

What would the new bergs be named - 

Land of Satan, Land of Cain?

Land of Ahabs and Jezebels

The New "Amalakites" - "Israel"?

"And the wind began to howl."