Put it on your doorposts
Write it on your chest
Open up the vaults
Discover to confess
See that golden calf as what you pretend
Wear it on your hands
Burn it into your eyes
Are you worth your salt?
The proof is in the prize
Fire all the kilns and melt what you spend
Oh oh, you'll cry
Oh oh, when the war is nigh
What's it gonna take?
Carve it in your arms
Fish it from the deep
Think it every time
You practice what you preach
Speak it from the time you exit the breach
Bash it on your head
Scream it from your teeth
Hunger for the dead
Serves a mighty feast
Master all your senses to tame the old beast
Oh oh, you'll cry
Oh oh, when the war is nigh
What's it gonna take?
