Ad Patres

They claim that they care about nature

They swear that they do

They say that they build our future

I'm not sure it's true

Among the crowd someone is watching

Behind the clouds,

He must be crying

They are plotting our destruction

Sowing evil seeds

We fall victims to their plans

In their world of bloody deeds

Flying higher, reaching higher

Aiming for the clouds

Flying higher, we're getting closer

Please make them see, please set us free

Hiding weapons underground

Preparing their war

In their game of mass suppression

Till death do us gore

Set us free!

(Homo Homini Lupus)

Hiding behind their deceptions

Preaching to save face

Decreeing that they're innocent of

Extinction of our race

...out!

Higher!