The Sick and the twisted horrors - and all the pain
The men made Gods of torture - they still remain
No one can learn from the mistakes - they did before
Is destiny encouraging - yet another war
The tombs are reminders of all who paid
The angel of death whose presence - was surely made
The writings of victims - their statements still cover walls
The sounds of them marching echoes inside the halls
A tourist attraction
That millions see every day
Unknown feelings of anger
Their souls were pray
The tombs are reminders of all who paid
The angel of death whose presence - was surely made
The writings of victims - their statements still cover walls
The sounds of them marching echoes inside the halls
I am the law, I rule this place
I am the law, I will dictate the way you live
I am the light, I am the way
I am the light, I will decide
Who lives or dies today