[Heaven Shall Burn]
I know words don't touch you anymore.
Weakness, social failure an ancient phantom caught your
hearts.
Following a leader, selling your souls, you're not above, you're so far below like sheep on the shambles, you're like tools in
their hands.
Given up your existence, your dignity, you'll never take over, never again!
Raise my fist, the streets are
ours.
You'll never bring it down, you will surrender.
Depression and hatred are not enough for winning this fight.
Resistance
deep from inside.
It burns in our hearts.
