Each man can make their difference in life (if someone would even try) for each of us lies rotting dead Our ideas will never die One man can start this fire A second can feed the flames All of the rest can foreward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself alive
Our frustrations give it to them together as one...what we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy in time the pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed throughout our lives what chance to fight together? What chance to tear this world apart?
Power's drived in numbers and numbers are what we have yet you complain and choose to abstain when we could be fighting back vultures will encircle with propaganda streams laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst.
This is why we're living- for spirits life and blood and as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite humanity's weapon each life's a sharpened blade but we're hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses to death
To climb up off your knees and fight for something real...out into the streets of ruined cities they will come the bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win with colors running black and red on hope for future days a call forever heard...vae victis!
**Additional vocals by Maurizio Iacono (Kataklysm)