| My anger is blood from the oldest stone | |
| And I'm not the only one | |
| What I face tomorrow, never face alone | |
| Take what should be mine | |
| For you justice colourised | |
| You've been taking a weak man brainwashed | |
| Like a comatose, take him to your own | |
| So speak of pride, the crimes you hide | |
| The poison speeches and vicious lies | |
| So this is the web you weave | |
| This calm deceit | |
| And you call me brother no friend to me | |
| Take what... | |
| So speak of pride | |
| Behind the terror mask lies the fear | |
| You mask it with cold belief | |
| You convince each other you have a voice to hear | |
| Take what... | |
| So speak of pride... |