The times they're a changing All heavens shall fall At the end of the day They mean nothing at all I hear the call for revolution And you're part of solution I won't shut my mouth no more My heart won't never be ignored - like before I never demonstrated Always loved, never hated It doesn't need to be debated 'Cause my hate was just belated - but awaited Can you hear me? Can you hear me? On a 42 inch plasma screen I watch the tears of Judas Crying out all Gods are dead and hacked into little pieces Your empty words Sway through the cirrus At the end of the day You've got nothing on us We're approved by the weather Gods And all the others share our blood Though I don't even speak the language I can surely feel the hellish - anguish Go ahead and throw the first stone And suck the kingdom to the bone Keep on and criticize us And awake the Gods on Olympus - for us Have no fear Never care Always dare Never fail We shall prevail This is who we are A conscious for war! A conscious for war!