The sky grows black as the world is
Consumed by smoke and fire
Rivers run red as nature is
Slaughtered without remorse
The nights are filled with screams of
Agony of tortured souls
The days are littered with the bodies of
Our countless victims - and there is

Blood on your hands

The sky grows black as the world is
Consumed by smoke and fire
Rivers run red as nature is
Slaughtered without remorse
The nights are filled with screams of
Agony of tortured souls
The days are littered with the bodies of
Our countless victims - and there is

Blood
Blood on your hands