The Land with No Law

Evil grown by your hands Drives you to the west Taste the bowl of hate And ask for more Fear whispers in your ears Pay for your silent sins Golden days Year ‘44 Violence strikes like boomerang Feel the grace of burning land Would you close your eyes like it doesn’t concern you, it’s all you pretend Now wash yourself in silence Share the void with martyred souls Your death is not a crime On the land with no law Pay for tortured lives See the children died by gas Hand towards the sun Send your silent S.O.S. Mother mourns her passed son Raped and thrown in dirt She just wants to scream And screams by blood Human flows on joint lines Victims and tormentors You can't redeem your guilt For the crimes you made just because you were blind Now wash yourself in silence Share the void with martyred souls Your death is not a crime On the land with no law Like quiet reminder stands Lesson for the future sons Behold the face of war To scorn it at once Pay for tortured lives See the children died by gas Hand towards the sun Send your silent S.O.S. Now wash yourself in silence Share the void with martyred souls Your death is not a crime On the land with no law