Текст 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

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

On the edge of a new age this is still our dogma
No grave for millions — tortured creatures
But a common grave for our morals
This slaughter — an ethic I deny
An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurd