See them die!
They Die!A rain of blood should cover our world
Stench and decay should be the only thing we sense
But hidden in the dark and erased from our heads
Barbarity and slaughter are everywhere
A contemptible ethic, a relictFor the weakest of the weak
For the lowest of the low
My voice for the voiceless
My fists for the innocent
the innocent
the innocentVoice of the voiceless
Voice of the voicelessOn the edge of a new age this is still our dogmaFor the weakest of the weak
For the lowest of the low
My voice for the voiceless
My fists for the innocent
the innocentNo grave for millions - tortured creatures,
But a common grave for our morals
This slaughter - an ethic I denySee them die!
They die!An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurdFor the weakest of the weak
For the lowest of the low
My voice for the voiceless
My fists for the innocent