Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
They can say wherever you go
To the war pigs people know
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started their war
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes
People running like they're sheep in fields
People blowing out their minds
They’ve got your dying day and know it’s now
They’re gonna rot in the end
On the scene a priest appears
Sinners falling at his knees
Satan sends out funeral pyre
Casts the priest into the fire
It’s the place for all bad sinners
Watch them eating dead rats’ inners
It’s the same wherever you go
To black masses people go
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