Bleak world, cold life What is it that we lack Hatred poverty, vicious cycles perpetuated Cast out, failed attempts to halt the repetition Frozen hearts, disrupted faith Hope transforms into animosity Chorus (x2) To refrain from this conscious hell Is to drown in this state of misery And to wake from a walking grave We must have a show of force (x2) Overtake the reaper Show of force Overtake the reaper Eradicate the insolent
