8500 Years

For eighty-five hundred years, it's churning
The wheels of gore have not stopped turning
Are we gonna have another century of war?
The force on both sides doesn't balance
The fear of each, it keeps away alliance
To terrible sounds of suffering at the door

Flagrant conflicts of conceptions
The art is gone of kind exception
Have we gone insane? Do we really wanna cry for more?
If a man wants to live in country splendor
In God's creation, green and tendеr
Who are you to tell him you think that that's a bore? Lord

Any man can do whatеver he wishes
Life is sacrosanct is the only ism
We're telling you to stop before you get to war

Any man can do whatever he wishes
Life is sacrosanct is the only ism
We're telling you to stop before you get to war, Lord

Oh any man can do whatever he wishes
Life is sacrosanct is the only ism
We're telling you to stop before you get to war