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?