Lyrics The Stench of Misery - Beneath The Massacre

The Stench of Misery

Desperate times
Despair pushed us on our knees
Desperate times
Despair pushed us on our knees
Desperate times
Despair pushed us on our knees
Bow down
One too many times
Rising
Rising
Dead is our will to change this world
Skin infected with the stench of misery
Wipe the dirt from your face
Let them know who we are, wipe the dirt from your face
Stand tall — Rise to your feet, fight for what’s left
Honor — Not just a word, it’s you and me
Stay strong — This war is real as your pain is
Stand tall — Rise to your feet, fight for what’s left
What’s left