As a withered hand grips right through fear

The cold caressing rains

The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see



Overruled by a lack of paitence, it's untold

That's the secret that has mad it



Constructive powers flow desire

The last intense degree

Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear



Gatrher around, the secrets that you know

And the speech that makes blood flow

Blame desire, you'll blame revenge



Standing at the solemn shores

Where blessed fools are born

Happiness is wasted, waster blood and tears



Re-abuse infiltration, it's untold

Raping life from other nations



The ritual explosive fires

Rewarding enemies

Shells of empty faces, crying to be free



Dying free, the spirits gather round

While the soul lays underground

Will the voices call again?