LET THEM DIE

Let them die, but in pain

Let sorrow fill their souls

A pool of tears must seize their brows

Let the die, but in pain

Let them die, but in pain

These blood-sucking creatures...

A mixture of dead and live flies

Around their stinking minds

And let them die, but in pain

Let them die, but in pain

Singers of panegyric tales

Mouths full of cutting swords

Sharpened double-edged swords

Cutting our thin throats

Into unrecognized parts

And let them die, but in pain

Let them die, but in pain

Slow death must besiege their camp

Let them see the pain of death-in-life

Let them taste a succor of excruciating anguish

Flowing from the fountain of their own mess

And let them die, but in pain

They killed their conscience and us

They twisted their words and our intestines

They sold to us freely;

Breath of death

If we die freely, they must die in agony

Like they tortured and killed their conscience

Let them die, but in pain