Guilthee - Cremation

raitors, liars, up there who pulls the wires
For the sake of the gain
They pull the trigger again
Black suit with a briefcase
Don't hide the Evil's face
Will we ever find somebody?
Our graves are stuffed with money... in the Hell!
Corrupt lawyer-Tycoon slaughter
But the end is near and the pushing gets higher
You're the corpse and we are the fire
Marching through a conquered nation
Humans feed the holy cremation
Bow down to the flag of the murder
Our hate will release the burner
Preaching in the name of the saviour
With the weapon of the god's favour
The end is near and the pushing gets higher
You're the corpse and we are the fire
Who will find the way?
The way out from this hell
Who will find the way?
Profit? What a sell?
Tear down the walls of the dead!
Tear it down, don't bow your head!