Woorden: The Absence. The Victorious Dead.

Can you hear us when we scream
Of our burdened beliefs ending all sanity?
The wrong to right indeed I wonder
The promise to break instead to suffer

Can you see us when we bleed
With wounds a mile deep spraying profusely?
The pain to feel indeed it grows
The tables are turned instead to fuel

Something inside us fades
When weakness turns into trying
We all must carry on
For the slaughtered and the dying

Can you feel us when we kill
Everything that you have built?
We must stop at nothing
The wrong to right, ha, indeed I wonder
The promise you broke instead you suffer
Suffer, suffer, suffer

Something inside us fades
When weakness turns into trying
We all must carry on
For the slaughtered and the dying now

Something inside us fades
When weakness turns into trying
We all must carry on
For the slaughtered and the dying now

We all must carry on
For the slaughtered and the dying
We all must carry on
For the slaughtered and the dying now