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