Voice Of The Voiceless (Live in Saalfeld) - Heaven Shall Burn

　　ee 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

　　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!

　　For the weakest of the weak

　　For the lowest of the low

　　My voice for the voiceless

　　My fists for the innocent

　　the innocent