Condemned to repeat the past

Relict's of the past
We will one day become
Our future will not last
Soon we will be undone

The innocent
Will lose there tolerance
On the brink of destruction
The beginning of a new age

The upheaval has begun
We wield ancient weapons
Handed down from our fathers before us
We all have started to carry guns

The tides are arising
Change is in the air
Begun we have to make our accent
Into the pit of despair

No point in trying to change
Its our path! As chosen by us
The path we have forced upon ourselves is
One where we are condemned to repeat the past