Nevermore - Tystnaden

Wheels of tanks smashing their soil and*

What do they leave behind their noises?

Only blood and crying faces

How can they do

This pure lamb’s slaughter?

Kill all their fancies

You’re proud to be a god on earth

Burn all their poor frail houses

You’re crowned with their blood

Ruin all their fool dreams

You don’t dream you waste your life

Bury all with your ego

You write down our doom

Run with your arms

Taking your sons

What the hell are you waiting for?

They are near

Feel their foulness

Leave your home and run away

Firing squads are shooting targets

Did you hear their laugh

Within these noises?

Hear the voices of the lambs, they’re forgetting their lives

Into this slaughter

Kill all their fancies

You’re proud to be a god on earth

Burn all their poor frail houses

You’re crowned with their blood

Ruin all their fool dreams

You don’t dream you waste your life

Bury all with your ego

You write down our doom

Run with your arms

Taking your sons

What the hell are you waiting for?

They are near

Feel their foulness

Leave your home and run away

You’ll run for yours

Seeing the dead around you

You’ll run for me

I’ll be waiting for you

You don’t seem to understand why you are here in this cold sand

Why killing lives gives you such fun, and for your wealth you do it again

Run with your arms

Taking your sons

What the hell are you waiting for?

They are near

Feel their foulness

Leave your home and run away

You’ll run for yours

Seeing the dead around you

You’ll run for me

I’ll be waiting for you