Time Heals Nothing

Martyrs of the world

A bleeding nation weep

Decades have come to pass

But scars remain unhealed

The blood on their hands

Will wash ours clean

As we strive for dominance

And our sacred dream

Terror awakens

Death walks among our midst

Resistance fuel hatred

And must be crushed beneath an iron fist

Do unto others

As they’ve done to us

The world must bleed

As we have bled

Sins of the past

Will keep our cause alive

And as the world try to forget

Behind the wall of sleep

I hear myself scream

Behind the wall of sleep

The horrors beckon me

Feed the demons raging inside