Under The Sign... -

From our purest thought

Spurts his venom

If by charity you think to help them

You defy all the same

His currency’s will

…Under the sign of the U.W.

I’ve crossed the threshold of life

To defy this death

Ecstasy of crime

Taste of blood

Hared, lowest sadism

Physical suffering, persecution

It stars again

So I’ve learned to mask

My feeling under a shell of toleration

Mouthpiece of the universal spirit

Yes I’m back and determined

To have done with them

…do you understand only

Your co-operation can free us Stop seeking that I try to show you

Why do you refuse

To listen to yourself