Paroles de Dark Prophets, Black Hearts

Season of the sick Spreading venom With their filthy hands And words of hatred Dark prophets, black hearts Leaders without dedication Crazed by greed Starvation and downfall Created the wake Hearts are hardening Loss of humanity Rise to the call To liberate This world from Greed and sickness And together we'll triumph once again (no compromise) At the dawn We declare war On this world Arise and build anew All against all Take the fight Crush and destroy Don't submit Don't accept it into your life Heartless men cannot create A positive change in a world That is cold Simply tear it down Hearts are hardening Loss of humanity Rise to the call...