Fear is not what we call a friend it is clear, things have to be defended What is the price we are paying to afford no more emotions maybe our last resort
From the underground voices call our names Let us believe our own words
Hate is a feeling we supress project on others to let ourselves be blessed
From the underground searching for our names to find out where we are standing From the underground into a time of change the angels are singing for the last time
(Solo)
In hell they are waiting to release our hate for all we have not forgiven The demon seed is what we keep on feeding we cut our own veins for an eternal bleeding
From the underground voices call our names let us believe our own words From the underground read the signs of red the angels are singing for the last time