No death songs are sung. No hesitation to devour the young. Take what isn't needed - leave the rest. Bleed until there's nothing left. Bred and caught. Sold and bought. No thought to what human hands had wrought. Every day, a hundred thousand slaves. Every hour, a thousand graves. Hear the chorus of the calloused drown the sounds of endless malice. Now the sane must decide when to answer the call to defend. A practice of cannibalistic insanity. Sadistic neanderthalic barbarity. Bred and caught. Sold and bought. No though tto what human hands had wrought. Every day, a hundred thousand slaves. Every hour, a thousand graves. No escape, no relief from suffering beyond belief.