I stand in awe at a measure of disgust
to wait in holiday to watch old things bleed
I do not care to listen to their screams
they have been silenced as if only vivid dreams
do not wander to the world you've lost
it has vanished at too high a cost
before this winter there was summer so sweet
now i place the corpses beneath your feet
and i do not mourn for those you've lost
because it is only the beginning of a new Holocaust
for all these things they must burn
but just for right now i believe
    its your turn..........