The Burning of Southern Cross - Anihilated

God curses all beneath the cross

The symbol ever-changing, same ethos

See the southern sky, it is burning

And tell me now, God, are we learning?

A different dogma or belief

Should never be a reason for grief

Murder is murder, hate is hate

Tell me now, what will you create?

Eugenic supremist fanatics

Would have you believe that it fits

A single race ruling all others

And hold the whip of death over their brothers

A different dogma or belief

Should never be a reason for grief

Murder is murder, hate is hate

Tell me now, what will you create?

Words call the zealot here

Written in an age of fear

Heresy is cast on blasphemers

A crusade against non-believers

A different dogma or belief

Should never be a reason for grief

Murder is murder, hate is hate

Tell me now, what will you create?

What will you create?