Dying Freedom

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, it's untold
 That's the secret that has mad us
 Constructive powers flow desire
 The last intense degree
 Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear
 Gather 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, 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?