Ploughshares into Swords - Arditi

Our past sufferings were lessons

And for every lesson we took our will got only stronger

These decades of misery were a lesson

And for each minute that passed our goal got only closer

And the final lesson, and it’s final assignment, we give you this day

Take whatever you have at hand and turn it into a weapon

Take whatever feelings you have left and turn them into hatred

For there are no losers in our war

It brings glory to the victors, it edifies the character of the noble defeated

And it makes extinct what should not exist in the first

And when our day comes…

All field lie fallow

All grounds are ripe with blood

Words echo hollow

When every ploughshare’s made a sword

Comfort is the most dangerous enemy faced today

It lingers and renders you incapable of any action worthwhile

Serenity a poison made as deadly as any other

It pacifies you and induces a state of mind

In which you do not even recognize the most essential

Tributes of your existence

Our war is a wakeup call

It will bring us back where we belong

It will provide for us a reason for our existence

This is not the war to end all wars

This is the war that will never end…

All field lie fallow

All grounds are ripe with blood

Words echo hollow

When every ploughshare’s made a sword