Follow The Blind - Tarot

Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men

Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again

Hear the rats are laughing with the voice of one

They’re all in heaven, delivered by our guns

With the multitudes we feed the grinder

The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya

We need no gods of war

Petty excuses no more

Just what we always wanted

The blood of our kind

Blind follow the blind

Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom

The sun goes nova, the earth goes ka-boom!

Take a flight from Trinity to Novaja Zemlya

The pyre is blazing and the flames will find ya

We need no gods of war

Petty excuses no more

Just what we always wanted

The blood of our kind

Blind follow the blind

Hear the stones, they’re sighing with the voice of the dead

Who lie below them with the worms they’ve fed

And when all that’s living is shattered by thunder

We’ll raise the dead, you, yourself will find ya

There ain’t no noble cause

Just mindless applause

The whetting stones whine on

Stroking blades 'til dawn

We need no gods of war

Petty excuses no more

Just what we always wanted

The blood of our kind

Blind follow the blind