Voice Of The Voiceless - (Live at Wacken 2017)

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
 Voice of the Voiceless
 Voice of the Voiceless
 On the edge of a new age this is still our dogma
 No grave for millions - tortured creatures,
 For the weakest of the weak
 For the lowest of the low
 My voice for the voiceless
 My fists for the innocent
 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