The Stench of Misery - Beneath The Massacre

Desperate times

Despair pushed us on our knees

Desperate times

Despair pushed us on our knees

Desperate times

Despair pushed us on our knees

Bow down

One too many times

Rising

Rising

Dead is our will to change this world

Skin infected with the stench of misery

Wipe the dirt from your face

Let them know who we are, wipe the dirt from your face

Stand tall — Rise to your feet, fight for what’s left

Honor — Not just a word, it’s you and me

Stay strong — This war is real as your pain is

Stand tall — Rise to your feet, fight for what’s left

What’s left