Revolt - Doomed

voice of the wicked

now sound the last words of you leaders

who tortured the past

the whetted knife are now behind your necks

now it is too late to flee yet

deceptive silence — the calm before the storm

too many wars you have already won

the tables have turned now

and you will atone

we will tear down everything

stone by stone

so rise — no matter how old

the resistance enraged bolt

will smash everything they told

now let the hate flow

arise together now in brotherhood

destroy the sins of the dark brood

you will no longer loot

you broke a hornet’s nest of hope

revolt

as the son held his bleeding mother in his arms

you gave a shit about it — and you took them all

the wounds of every individual are a whole

something you can never make amends

your downfall

arise all