Voice of the Voiceless (Live At Summerbreeze) - 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

Voice of the Voiceless

Voice of the Voiceless

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

No grave for millions - tortured creatures,

For the weakest of the weak

For the lowest of the low

My voice for the voiceless

My fists for the innocent

But a common grave for our morals

This slaughter - an ethic I deny

See them die!

They Die!

An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurd

For the weakest of the weak

For the lowest of the low

My voice for the voiceless

My fists for the innocent