[00:48.25] Newcomers dance and sing
[00:52.00] Relieved by the passing of spring
[00:56.00] They feel the grace of the sun
[00:59.65] Their misfortune has not yet begun
[01:03.85] Where the men used to come for their drinks
[01:07.60] Where the children would play endlessly
[01:11.81] They have taken our everything
[01:15.61] They know not what tomorrow shall bring
[01:19.51] On the opposite side of the field
[01:24.05] A vengeance that shall never yield
[01:28.35] Fathers weep for their sons
[01:32.10] Their suffering cannot be undone
[01:37.40] Why cry?
[01:41.05] From squalor and ruin, we rise
[01:45.00] They reap what they've sown (from squalor and ruin, we rise)
[01:53.00] Arise, arise
[01:56.75] Past the horizon lay paradise
[02:00.01] But here the rivers run red
[02:09.45] Dregs of the world seen through their eyes
[02:13.25] Less than the dung below the flies
[02:17.30] Fields of the dead bake in the light
[02:24.51] Children, women and men, their bodies lie
[02:29.00] Piled in the streets stacked six feet high
[02:33.65] Tell me why, oh why
[02:40.35] Limbs contorted
[02:41.65] Anatomical morbid distortions
[02:43.65] At a biblical limit, the purging
[02:45.55] In our hearts is a rage ever burning
[02:48.00] Come the next morning
[02:49.52] We attack with a thousand scornings
[02:51.55] Look upon us like death is emerging
[02:53.51] Beginning the righteous charge, disparaging
[03:11.45] Now it's our turn for the scourging
[03:13.50] With a hatred relentlessly swarming
[03:15.51] Skies wail as rockets are hurling
[03:17.54] Falling down to earth, screaming and bursting
[03:19.51] Miles, miles and miles of corpses
[03:21.45] They bear witness to vindictive forces
[03:23.51] As far as the eyes can see
[03:25.51] If you saw it you wouldn't believe it
[03:27.45] When will these fucking wars end?
[04:01.40] Why cry?
[04:05.00] From squalor and ruin, we rise
[04:09.01] They reap what they've sown (from squalor and ruin, we rise)
[04:17.01] Arise, arise
[04:20.65] Past the horizon lay paradise
[04:24.05] But here the rivers run red
