Modus Operandi - Front Line Assembly

In silence they scream

How needless they suffer

Dying for the freedom

But someone has to pay

No one hears their agony

The torture and abuse

Simple human dignity

Is lost in the fuse

While the rest of the world

Smiles in all its horror

Crushing all of mankind

For profit, greed and glory

Will no one help those

Who believe in compassion?

This equality of life

Is just not a fashion

They hide in the shadows

The torture goes on

This permanent sadness

They have to be strong

They suffer in silence

The fighting goes on

This permanent sadness

They have to be strong

They won’t be forgotten

One day they will rise

Eternal devotion

Their souls will fly high

This engraving cesspool

Which man has devoured

Is slowly getting to

The very last hour

In silence they scream

How needless they suffer

Dying for their freedom

Like Christ’s last supper