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