Dark Prophets, Black Hearts - In Vain

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…