| Song | Died for What |
| Artist | A.R.G. |
| Album | One World Without The End |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Unadorned plainness falls | |
| When this land will disappear | |
| What a hell they | |
| Could feel | |
| Bleeding for the holy land | |
| They don't know what's the truth | |
| And why the fathers went away | |
| Die for faith with prays | |
| Or be killed to hell | |
| Moans and laments gonna quell | |
| Offerings to the all-wise might | |
| Freedom will never dawn | |
| Press of faith will grow | |
| We tear your soul apart | |
| You have no choice to avoid your death | |
| You're dead and gone | |
| Pull the trigger in the name of god | |
| There's too much hate, this is the end | |
| They can't pretend | |
| Blowing out their washed brains | |
| Who is wrong, fights | |
| Who is right, lies | |
| For your faith, die | |
| Hold your gun | |
| Obey your command | |
| And kill your men for what | |
| Consciences torment have gone | |
| Face to face with religious wrath | |
| Words are rippling from this bearded radical man | |
| Die a martyr | |
| Sacrifice yourself for the honour | |
| Kill these children | |
| Before you'll have bullet in your heart | |
| When the death calls, awake | |
| Be saved to yearnings after | |
| Chasten your impure soul | |
| And leave your | |
| Life to the ghouls |
| Unadorned plainness falls | |
| When this land will disappear | |
| What a hell they | |
| Could feel | |
| Bleeding for the holy land | |
| They don' t know what' s the truth | |
| And why the fathers went away | |
| Die for faith with prays | |
| Or be killed to hell | |
| Moans and laments gonna quell | |
| Offerings to the allwise might | |
| Freedom will never dawn | |
| Press of faith will grow | |
| We tear your soul apart | |
| You have no choice to avoid your death | |
| You' re dead and gone | |
| Pull the trigger in the name of god | |
| There' s too much hate, this is the end | |
| They can' t pretend | |
| Blowing out their washed brains | |
| Who is wrong, fights | |
| Who is right, lies | |
| For your faith, die | |
| Hold your gun | |
| Obey your command | |
| And kill your men for what | |
| Consciences torment have gone | |
| Face to face with religious wrath | |
| Words are rippling from this bearded radical man | |
| Die a martyr | |
| Sacrifice yourself for the honour | |
| Kill these children | |
| Before you' ll have bullet in your heart | |
| When the death calls, awake | |
| Be saved to yearnings after | |
| Chasten your impure soul | |
| And leave your | |
| Life to the ghouls |
| Unadorned plainness falls | |
| When this land will disappear | |
| What a hell they | |
| Could feel | |
| Bleeding for the holy land | |
| They don' t know what' s the truth | |
| And why the fathers went away | |
| Die for faith with prays | |
| Or be killed to hell | |
| Moans and laments gonna quell | |
| Offerings to the allwise might | |
| Freedom will never dawn | |
| Press of faith will grow | |
| We tear your soul apart | |
| You have no choice to avoid your death | |
| You' re dead and gone | |
| Pull the trigger in the name of god | |
| There' s too much hate, this is the end | |
| They can' t pretend | |
| Blowing out their washed brains | |
| Who is wrong, fights | |
| Who is right, lies | |
| For your faith, die | |
| Hold your gun | |
| Obey your command | |
| And kill your men for what | |
| Consciences torment have gone | |
| Face to face with religious wrath | |
| Words are rippling from this bearded radical man | |
| Die a martyr | |
| Sacrifice yourself for the honour | |
| Kill these children | |
| Before you' ll have bullet in your heart | |
| When the death calls, awake | |
| Be saved to yearnings after | |
| Chasten your impure soul | |
| And leave your | |
| Life to the ghouls |