How I wish more would awaken
To see the horror
Some will excuse
To avoid the hard truth
Of what's in store
When the sheep are mistaken

( chorus )
All the genocide, stains the star red
Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead

Fancy colors or traditional brown
Black shirts accepted as well
Horrible the cost
When freedoms are lost
Your land is a living Hell
Only suffering and misery will be found

( chorus )
All the genocide, stains the star red
Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead