New Wave of Fear
Andrea Mantione
Waving black flags they are coming down
I hear them marching down the road
In the name of the blackest gold
Even the clearest soul has been sold
No matter who the puppets are
I know who pulls the strings above
The coldest winter is coming by
To cover all the blood with snow
Rivers of tears, rivers of blood
Rivers of oil have turn to ice
An show no sorrow for the ones
Who don't deserve to be killed twice
New wave of fear is coming down
Hate spreaders pop out all around
New wave of fear is coming down
Is coming down, is coming down