The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child
The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside
The priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head
The pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bledVictory, instinct over intellect
Victory, it erupts from deep inside
History, history is laughing at us plotting its discovery
Victory, victory, blame it on the victoryAmong the parade crowd there stands a decorated man
Remembering how he helped to save this sacred land
His helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope
He killed him without second thought, with brute force and a ropeVictory, instinct over intellect
Victory, it erupts from deep inside
History, history is laughing at us plotting its discovery
Victory, victory, blame it on the victorySo many times, so many lives
Test the other side
Waiting to see what the maker has in mindThe unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day
They wallow in their father's sins, as time passes away
The crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint
The evil sits inside them torpid timing its escapeVictory, instinct over intellect
Victory, it erupts from deep inside
History, history is laughing at us plotting its discovery
Victory, victory, blame it on the victoryBlame it on the victory
Blame it on the victory
Plotting its discovery
Victory, victory, blame it on the victory