Trust - The Crusades lyrics

I asked myself what could be their drive I asked myself if their gods have eyes The wars between religions and their new Messiah The national guard Salvador you're a liar All the callous fighters, I hold them in contempt Trusting ever faithful their cause will win the day Their guns against their daggers with crude untempered blades Home-built bombs against an army custom made The diplomatic silence and the occupied hate "Belfast the damned" is written in red On the heavy files of the faithful dead Ireland in mourning has become a coffin Missionaries in white shirts Slaughtering in a ma** Go back to your crusade! This country stinks of d**h, your only wish to run No exit from this jungle for the poor peon The body of repression above the camp of refugees El Salvador continues to bleed People die more now in this tropical land Where throats get cut out of suspicion and ideals The peace of thousands dead and the anger shows One prays for this country as silence grows Missionaries in white shirts Slaughtering in a ma** Get back to your crusade San Salvador! Missionaries in white shirts Slaughtering in a ma** Get back to your crusade San Salvador - Belfast! One god for the rich one god for the poor One god for the just The rest is for us Continue to fight to please the gods Continue to cut throats to sacrifice