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 death

We take, our last breath