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