Descends over the mountains a blanket of suffering thunder The fork between two tongues sings truth always comes to light under angel rays expelling echoes A thousand ancient whispers striking home babbling silently gathering tongues cry to the vain Gale force in the mind blows fuse There is so many power hungry nations fed by constantly spilling innocent blood keeping people down is such a falsehood God be with all victims of crime committed Wounded knee echoes of past genocide exist as does the Emerald Isle an open book clearly speaks volumes They who should be held accountable by countries of this world brought to justice and face the facts freedom is a democracy to live without chains attached Sweeping under weeping souls chant Spirits haunting winds cry over many plains in song There is no love of God present in them who take another's life Rustling through branches many tales of woe Armenia cries out Battle reduces men into animals through their blood thirsting hate scars Filled with rage and bitterness gas used inhumane violence stormy seas fuels the desire to kill every living being poisonous mushrooms cloud with hate consumes wiping out countless women and children destroying nature without a care for this planet Always innocent parties unto such vile acts are addressed openly Wipe away the cobwebs from over your eyes world Taking life from the living forbidden no good disturbing the balance of peace Love is far from so many people's heart's these days