How dare thee come to us alarm

Take away our loved ones like you own them
Run our streets dry of men by thy hand
Now we are forced to put our fears in pen

The grave hungers more
But with thy selfish hands, thou makes her too satisfied
Thy ears are deaf even to the to the cries of the poor
And thy deeds takes our fears high

Oh who can saves us from thee
For thou art but a curse on mankind
And we pray ceaseth to be
For thou hath built a fear in our mind

But thou are but dead alive
And with thy greedy wings, thou gathers wolf pack men
And to all men the impossible is to hide
But thy selfishness makes thee gather more heads

We wish to end thee
But the power we hold not within


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