I smell your rot a mile behind

You've destroyed these lives so I

Have made your grave with the dogs

By grace our paths have crossed

And all tolerance is lost

What is the price on your head?

I'll take it with these hands

Rip flesh from bone and claim what we own

For every generation there comes a time

To join the gray or become what is right

You stayed in shadows and preyed on the blind

You're cyanide

Father, You know I'm seeking honor

Wanting life for my brothers

I will fight, the ones who stole the sun and left us night

They're cyanide

Father guide my hands

And I will cleanse this land

End the enemy

The innocent be freed

You and me

I fight for fathers daughters, sons and mothers

Raped and murdered, bound and tied

You came inside

You took their lives

Yeah I pray...I pray you die

So I will fight the decadence that leeches our innocence

They’'re cyanide