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
For the weakest of the weak A contemptible ethic, a relict
For the lowest of the low
My fists for the innocent
My voice for the voiceless
No grave for millions On the edge of a new age this is still our dogma An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurdBut a common grave for our morals
This slaughter - an ethic I deny.
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