I see an angel with ebony wings,
I hear a thousand, tortured screams.
We wish we could help but action preceeds us
The denying of wealth deceives our past.

When will your merciful savior be present?
The warlords are in their blissful haven.
Bullets with phoenix tails travel across land
They end with a disaster of debris in our hands.

Pick up the pieces
And wish them away
Slaughter sheeps to silence
These slaves of violence.