A fortress built with bricks of hate Their ruptured lives, tortured and caged Thousands of corpses lay buried by your hand The stench of this place coats them in despair
A barren, now desolate land A sight that most will never understand
Innocents, immigrants Sung a prayer of deliverance You stole that from them Bringing forth misery And fulfilling their end
Son and daughter, sent to slaughter Dead before their mother Bathed in bloody water Repenting for their punished father
Killed like cattle at your grasp Through the law of sin Into the flames you're cast
Hero in your own mind True intentions deep in disguise Uproar birthed from hatred through fallacy Death acting as a means of marketing
We will not forget the things you did Leaving people to rot Nothing left Dead Shackled torment, oh hell sent Where else could they go, with nowhere to escape Their life reduced to a digit No face and no name, stripped of humanity In your cynical mind you think Had the roles been reversed, you'd suffer the same fate You'd wish to take back all your sin If just for once you thought of being in their skin
One is only as strong as their surroundings Your greed has darkened your essence Why choose hate - and cast souls away When you have the power to change their fate
Dehumanise, annihilate Why is it your wish to inflict such pain On these innocent souls you've already cast away
Immigrants, innocents Needed a life of deliverance You stole that from them Son and daughter Dying before their mother and father Killed like cattle at your grasp Through the law of sin Into the flames you're cast Burn