When the echoes of the gunshots finally faded into nothing
The capitals couldn't stand the silence
Kaiser, Caesar, king, democratic leader
At heart they're all the same

That silent night, that holy night
That started in the trenches, born from the margins
Ended swiftly with the decree: "No prisoners or mercy!"
That silent night, that holy night offered relief from a society
That's been complacent since the farmer Cain immortalized his name

"...Of the people? ...By the people? ...For the people?"
"...Of the people? ...By the people? ...For the people?"
"...Of the people? ...By the people? ...For the people?"
Such an old game
Let the poorest and most patriotic slaughter each other
For the fame of a leader that's unashamed
Such an old game
Let the poorest and most patriotic slaughter each other
For the fame of a leader that's unashamed


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