This is not an end
We've no love for the pain and the suffering
Will not scream out of hate
Will not feed the death
It's dying
When the tyrant is dead
And the flag is raised
What of the lovers of war?
When there's no one left to kill?
Warmonger, where is your will?
Warmonger, you'll have your fill
When the mountains shake
And the earth quakes
You'll pray to the rocks
And you'll hide in their wake
This is our resistance
Outcry born of duress
As long as death is still breathing
There will still be a reason to scream
This is not an end
One day this will end