Voice of the Voiceless

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 relict

For the weakest of the weak

For the lowest of the low

My voice for the voiceless

My fists for the innocent

On the edge of a new age this is still our dogma

No grave for millions - tortured creatures,

But a common grave for our morals

This slaughter - an ethic I deny

An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurd