THIS MEANS WAR

Seems unnecessary to dream If everything's predestiny Drown us at sea For our crimes of blasphemy And the price has been marked on our skin Riding pale horses against the wind Hold your breath, make amends Stand up, fight until the end This means war And our clothes are stained with red Tell me what for The people are counting their dead Yeah, this means war Yeah, this means war They keep speaking with swords in their mouths Sounds of waves crashing's all that comes out What's there left to defend? Stand up, fight until the end This means war And our clothes are stained with red Tell me what for The people are counting their dead Yeah, this means war Holding on If we can try to make it through the storm Keep holding on Although there's not a reason anymore War And our clothes are stained in red Tell me what for The people are counting their dead This means war And our clothes are stained with red Tell me what for The people are counting their dead Yeah, this means war This means war This means war