I see letters on the black wallnMan I tackle(?) yes i fear them allnThe reason is a backing(?) choicenDead people can you hear their voicesnI see lettters on the black wallnDo you know their meaning do you fear this war?nAgainst force, against their lawnYes we're still alive let them hear our voicesnnToo many souls were bleediog nRulers of this age dont fear themnSo let us wage a warnSo let them hear the phrases from second floornnAnd their words, they are poisonnAnd their deeds, are poisonnAnd their love, is nothing is nothingnnAnd their words, they are poisonnAnd their deeds, are poisonnAnd their love, is nothing is nothingnnAnd their words, they are poisonnAnd their deeds, are poisonnAnd their love, is nothing is nothing