The Burning of the Southern Cross کے بول

God curses all beneath the cross The symbol ever-changing, same ethos See the southern sky, it is burning And tell me now, God, are we learning? A different dogma or belief Should never be a reason for grief Murder is murder, hate is hate Tell me now, what will you create? Eugenic supremist fanatics Would have you believe that it fits A single race ruling all others And hold the whip of death over their brothers A different dogma or belief Should never be a reason for grief Murder is murder, hate is hate Tell me now, what will you create? Words call the zealot here Written in an age of fear Heresy is cast on blasphemers A crusade against non-believers A different dogma or belief Should never be a reason for grief Murder is murder, hate is hate Tell me now, what will you create? What will you create?