Phantom soldiers marching off to war
Never knowing what they’re fighting for
Tell me what decides
Who has God on their side
There’s no reason, it’s the season
Is there any war
That is worth dying for?
There’s no reason, it’s the Season of the Dead
Death and glory, same old story-line
Children of the future lost in time
Deadly toys of war
That kill more than before
There’s no reason, it’s the season
Dead men don’t come back
When they’re under attack
There’s no reason in the Season of the Dead
Is this the end of relived glory?
Living in this purgatory
King and country call for sacrifice
Shame or honor is the only choice
Mystic forces on pale horses ride
Sparing hunger, plague and genocide
Senators of state with their profits of hate
There’s no reason, it’s high treason
As they light the fuse, no one can refuse
There’s no reason, it’s the Season of the Dead
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