Beneath The Ma**acre - The Stench of Misery lyrics

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 - it's not 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