Mors Principium Est - Fragile Flesh

We feel the anger rise before the wake We march against the wars of hate The wratful demons come to brake your fate You're living in a lie, you won't be safe My heart is burned to six feet under My soul is black as the moonless night There's one thing that the heathens seek The fragile flesh of the unborn child Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry We feel the anger rise before the wake We march against the wars of hate The wratful demons come to brake your fate You're living in a lie, you won't be safe My heart is burned to six feet under My soul is black as the moonless night There's one thing that the heathens seek The fragile flesh of the unborn child Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry