Oh how could do it? A murderous crime A murderous wounding How could you allow it? After time that's been passing Time should be wisening
A law that was written In the blood of your victims Born out of pure resentment And what of your baby daughters And what of these shameless slaughters Lying buried in the sand?
Oh how could you do it? A murderous past That preys on the helpless How could you allow it? Such cruel and vile blades To tear at such tender flesh
And loose the knot From your tongue Where evil is the resting place And so it shall only be the single cry Five senses shall be The whole price of blood
Foot by foot, wound by wound The whole price of blood Hand for hand, strike for strike The whole price of blood
Oh how could you do it? Oh how could you allow it?