We feel the anger rise before the wake

We march against the wars of hate

The wratful demons come to brake your fate

You're living in a lie, you won't be safe

My heart is burned to six feet under

My soul is black as the moonless night

There's one thing that the heathens seek

The fragile flesh of the unborn child



Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me

Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry

Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me

Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry



We feel the anger rise before the wake

We march against the wars of hate

The wratful demons come to brake your fate

You're living in a lie, you won't be safe

My heart is burned to six feet under

My soul is black as the moonless night

There's one thing that the heathens seek

The fragile flesh of the unborn child



Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me

Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry

Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me

Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry