Astaroth For Those We Hate Lyrics

For Those We Hate Lyrics

In peace there is nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and
humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate
the action of the tiger;

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood



The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,

And the flesh'd soldier, tough
and hard of heart,

In liberty of bloody hand shall range

With
conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass

Your flesh - fair virgins and
your flowering infants.



What is it then to me, if impious war,

Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,

Do with his smirch'd
complexion, all fell feats

Enlink'd to waste and desolation?

What
is it to me,

When you yourselves are cause,

If pure maidens fall
into the hand

Of hot and forcing violation?



Your fathers
taken by the silver beards,

And there most reverend heads dash'd to the
walls;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,

Whiles the mad
mothers with their howls confus'd