Tekstovi: Mortification. At War With War.

Yeah, at war with war

They seek his life in vein
He will not be denied
He escapes the clutch of sin
To be restored unto his homeland

Yeah, at war with war

They brag the victory
But it comes through love not hate
See the power comes from the servant
Who puts his sword to service

Love not your life among us
Lay down your hate for service
The power comes from lifting others
The weak shall hate mankind

What makes you think you're powerful?
You hate those you see as less
But the more people that you trample
The more you're bound to trip

Yeah, at war with war

Militias of death
People who hate the black man
What makes you think you're best?
Take heed of victory's in arenas

Love not your life among us
Lay down your hate for service
The power comes from lifting others
The weak shall hate mankind

What makes you think you're powerful?
You hate those you see as less
But the more people that you trample
The more you're bound to trip

I have made myself a servant to all
That I might win all the more
Now I do this for the Gospel's sake
That I might partake it with you

Through the Jews I became a Jew
To those under the law, as under the law
To those without the law, as without the law
Seeking to serve, to signify

Yeah, at war with war
No more, at war with war

They seek his life in vein
He will not be denied
He escapes the clutch of sin
To be restored unto his homeland

Love not your life among us
Lay down your hate for service
The power comes from lifting others
The weak shall hate mankind

What makes you think you're powerful?
You hate those you see as less
But the more people that you trample
The more you're bound to trip

I have made myself a servant to all
That I might win all the more
Now I do this for the Gospel's sake
That I might partake it with you

Yeah, at war with war
No more, at war with war
No more