What's the going price For following the footsteps Of those who only see in shades of white Choose your path of hate Make sure you do your part It's life or death or maybe wrong from right The ides of march become you Supremacy once more Walk like roman warriors of old Six shots from your weapon Settle your bloody score Then run just like a rat into the cold Criminals, call your shot Judgement passed, make your plot Healing hands, go on being strong Your uphill fight is long Take your sacred stand Defend your sacred cause Life through tainted eyes is all you see Single fire trigger But you said it got away Eleven years and then you're walking free Do you see the silhouette In the window He's looking at your sad pathetic face He shows no expression He lifts a steady hand And points a ghostly finger at your face Criminals, call your shot Judgement passed, make your plot Healing hands, go on being strong Your uphill fight is long I hear the call of many lost souls Trying to harvest buried truth Voiceless under the frozen winter ground Is there nothing we can do