Comecon

The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth
One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud
Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the Lord
Kneel down for the Hero, kneel down for the sword
Masses turn marches, youth-clashes crusades
The rabble's left for the soldiers and the sluts for the
Maids
A whole world
A whole world
If a cause is false, it is at least a cause
The faith in a Lord is its reward
In whole world
And in the corner of my eye I see the plains waco