Verse I They have, been wronged Their honour, was once Their hearts and their souls Now bare this burden Their race, was denied, Condemned as they died Left with no future, Oppression, hangs over them Chorus Blood you lust for as you try See we end up six feet under You can dream all you like No rest for the wicked These thoughts now in your mind This night will bring terror One thing is for sure No rest for the wicked Verse II We march, to hell To free ourselves No one, can say We fear, today We march, to hell To free , ourselves For life in d**h We take, our last breath