Histories Blight

For centuries man has fought, he's sharpened his swords, he's serrated his knives, he's holstered his guns, and ended so many lives. It's man's endless fight that's histories blight For centuries man has murdered, he's hardened his stones, he's heated his flames, he's lashed his whips, and beat the innocent man to shame. In the shadow of night that's histories blight For centuries man has waged war, he's polished his muskets, he's poisoned his arrows, he's fused his bombs, he's ambushed from the shadows as he plans his victories. In plain sight that's histories blight and we still think we have it right How great our blight is!