Dying Freedom — Paradise Lost

As a withered hand grips tight through fear The cold caressing rains The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see

Overruled by a lack of patience, it's untold That's the secret that has made us

Constructive powers flow desire The last intense degree Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear

Gather round, the secrets that you know And the speech that makes blood flow Blame desire, you'll blame revenge

Standing at the solemn shores Where blessed fools are born Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and tears

Re-abuse infiltration. it's untold Raping life from other nations

The ritual explosive fires Rewarding enemies Shells of empty faces, crying to be free

Dying free, the spirits gather round While the soul lays underground Will the voices call again?