Baptised in the fires of the holy land

Saints of madness preach for peace

As they march again to steal

A child's youth and a mother's smile

A better tomorrow, a hope for life

Dusty clouds with a stink of blood

Flow in the howling wind

Reckoning of an unknown kind and the senseless slaughter

We've fallen down where mercy fades

Hecatomb

Lights go off as the dark seeps in

Terror is all, one can see

An actor

Acting

Without any judgement

All forgotten never forgiven

Civility, locked in case and thrown away

Hecatomb

Kill them all, kill everyone

Blood lust can never be quenched

Hecatomb

Hecatomb

Hecatomb

Hecatomb