Wartribe - Discreation

We are nothing, but sacks of meat

Blood and some bones to keep it upstanding

You have had a choice and you have made it

You may not have my name

But you have my blood

What have I to make of this

If it has to be done

I will do it myself

The way I choose

And we got caught in the open

I feel the strong winds passing

We are the wartribe

Wartribe

We are the wartribe

Claiming supremacy

There came a night

That lasted for generations

We were fighting a war

Not playing at one

We have to move fast and silent

As the stars look down