The claim of the priests and the holies clerics Is that god is a master to serve without question or real consequence, So they forge their weapons, And they hammer their plowshares into swords, Waiting for the final goodbye Waiting for the final goodbye The claim of the wicked, hiding high in concealment Is that god is a master to serve With munitions in crusades and warfare, So they forge their weapons, And they hammer their plowshares into swords, Waiting for the final goodbye Waiting for the final goodbye The claim of the realist is that fortune Is told with a bitter end in mind in an Ending so carefully structured and planned, So they forge their weapons, And they hammer their plowshares into swords, Waiting for the final goodbye Waiting for the final goodbye