Spectacle of Fear - Mordred

Brought-to shores across the sea

He dreamt it was his fate

Fought-to set an order pure

Facist world of hate

Pray — for outcasts sent to die

They have no hearts to fight

Pay — the dues you owe yourself

To free them on this night

A gasious rain falls down to stop the ones

Who speak the truth but lack the voice of guns

And they die

Try-to stop the man in charge

He fills our mind in fear

Cry-for those who’ve already died

Their killers won’t shed a tear

Night-has fallen premature

Darkness shades the land

Fight-for one last chance to live

And crush the killer’s hand