Sangtekst: Integrity. Armenian Persecution.

All I can think about is revenge,
The slaughter inside my head never ends.
And to all who deny this sin
Baba Eed Janed Cach-Men.
Ethnic genocide,
one million died,
cries went unheard in 1915.
No one remembers, no one believes,
some turks deny, but they fucking lie.
America knew, but as usual
they just stood by and listened to the cries.
"Why interfere? There's no money here
who are the Armenians, who fucking cares if they're alive,
who cares if they fucking survive".
Forced in the desert and into sandy graves,
children were murdered while their mothers were raped.
Babies were thrown in the air and impaled on swords,
nothing but death from the Turkish hordes.
Dispersal took place some Armenians escaped,
most met a cruel end.
Now we are few but we'll always be true,
to the Armenians that we will defend.
First they were bound, then split with an axe,
they juggled their heads and the turks laughed.
Set on fire like human torch,
many were nailed alive to the floor...