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 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 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