[Lyric] In Evil Sickness and in Grief (Darkwoods My Betrothed)

The church has called us up and asked for hate
And with joy clouds of greatest violence go create
For this war we're forced to bleed and fight
For this war we darken the day, light the night
And for this war we spread the soldiers' blight
And for this war all towns waken and ignite
For this war slaughter with all your might
But for this war forget what's good and right

Is this my life, my role? - War owns you, your soul
Are these my deeds, my belief? - In evil, sickness and in grief
Am I human, am I true? - War owns you, and all of you
Am I nothing but your knave? - Nothing but our slave

Burning, maiming, self unblaming
Bringing those to the altar, angel's slaughter
Those die who hope for hope, church bells pound
And those die who raise up arms, chop around
Those die who hide away and make no sound
Those die who pray to God before they're found
Those die who quickly run or go to ground
But those who stand and fight die every night
Is this my life, my role? - War owns you, your soul
Are these my deeds, my belief? - In evil, sickness and in grief
Am I human, am I true? - War owns you, and all of you
Am I nothing but your knave? - Nothing but our slave

A man of war is man no more
Live this lie, yet inside die
My soul is eaten, my spirit beaten
All the evil I bear, with no one can share

Is this my life, my role? - War owns you, your soul
Are these my deeds, my belief? - In evil, sickness and in grief
Am I human, am I true? - War owns you, and all of you
Am I nothing but your knave? - Nothing but our slave

A man of war I'll be no more
Not live this lie, like an enemy die
Clamp your irons to my throat, make me suffer as you gloat
Be it so for I now leave, life regain, suicidal grieve

My ills make me bleed - We shall hunt you in haste
In soul, in blood, never freed - War will make you chaste

No!

Must I hack my way through madness, through innocence
To make my way to peace, to innocence
And so you shall, our weakest child
Desert, and you will pay, your service still will stay
And so you shall, weakest child
Your fragile heresy, our vilest leprosy, forever will you be our child

My ills make me bleed
In soul... in blood... never freed