"Ploughshares Into Swords" from the third Arditi album "Standards of Triumph"(Equilibrium music). Order the Album: www.arditi.tk/shop / arditisweden / arditiofficial www.arditi.tk / arditispirit
Our past sufferings were lessons, and for every lesson we took our will got only stronger These decades of misery were a lesson, And for each minute it passed our goal got only closer And the final lesson, and its final assignment We give to you this day Take whatever you have at hand And turn it into a weapon Take whatever feelings you have left And turn them into hatred For there are no losers in our war It brings glory to the victors It edifies the character of the noble defeated And it makes extinct what should not exist in the first And when our day comes… All fields lie fallow All the grounds are ripe with blood Words echo hollow When every ploughshare’s made a sword Comfort is the most dangerous enemy we face today It lingers and renders you incapable of any action worthwhile Serenity is a poison as deadly as any other It pacifies you and induces a state of mind In which you do not even recognize the most essential tributes of your existence Our war is a wakeup call It will bring us back where we belong It will revaluate everything It will provide for us a reason for our existence This is not the war to end all wars This is the war that will never end… All fields lie fallow All the grounds are ripe with blood Words echo hollow When every ploughshare’s made a sword.
