Heaven Shall Burn - 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
the innocent
the innocent

Voice of the voiceless
Voice of the voiceless

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

For the weakest of the weak
For the lowest of the low
My voice for the voiceless
My fists for the innocent
the innocent

No grave for millions - tortured creatures,
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