歌词：
Make Them Suffer Lord Of Woe

of mine. I call forth the sleepless skies herding forth the endless nights summoning storms to shatter the absent minds show the world the pain and suffering

we must reclaim what is ours Hating and struggling with sorrow and mourning of the significance. Drowning in tears. I am the destroyer of hope, Lord of Woe

So I'm begging you, Lord You gotta stop, take a look At your children who believe in this promised land Have mercy, Lord Stop their suffering and their woe