Letra de Austere

Austere as some neo-con nightmare, armed to the teeth
A Buddhist soaked in gasoline burns in the streets
Tired of the pride of the traditionally minded
Sick of the arrogance of the pragmatic left side
No love lost for the exploits of the real majority
No worship for the dogma of the whipping hand
Violent peace, violent peace
In violent peace, empires don't fall, empires don't fall
Violent peace, violent peace
In violent peace, empires don't fall, empires don't fall
Dictatorships and double standards, anti-Darwin state
Good girls will never give in, if it were left to fate
We don't need new threats, we don't need new gods
We don't need new rivals, we don't need new masters
Line up the coffins of the pre-emptive war
Decorate the Christmas tree, no one is mourned
Violent peace, violent peace
In violent peace, empires don't fall, empires don't fall
Violent peace, violent peace
In violent peace, empires don't fall, empires don't fall