I thought that I heard crying coming through my door   Was it Rachel weeping for her sons who were no more?   Could it have been the babies crying for themselves   Never understanding that they died for someone else?      The voices heard of weeping and of wailing   History speaks of it on every page   Of innocent and helpless little babies   Offerings to the spirit of the age      No way of understanding this sad and painful sign   Whenever Satan rears his head, there comes a tragic time   If He could crush the cradle then that would stop the cross   He knew that once the Light was born His every hope was lost      The voices heard of weeping and of wailing   History speaks of it on every page   Of innocent and helpless little babies   Offerings to the spirit of the age      Now every age has heard it, the voice that speaks from Hell   "Sacrifice your children and for you it will be well"   The subtle serpent's lying, His dark and ruthless rage   Behold, it is revealed to be the spirit of the age      The voices heard of weeping and of wailing   History speaks of it on every page   Of innocent and helpless little babies   Offerings to the spirit of the age      Soon all the ones who seemed to die for nothing   Will stand beside the Ancient of Days   With joy we'll see that Infant from a manger   Come and crush the spirit of the age   We'll se Him crush the spirit of the age