Voice of the Voiceless - Heaven Shall Burn

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