Sanoja: Fears Of John B.. Echo. Scarlet Of Blood.

I don't want this blood on my hands
I don't want them die in a chains
They want to live
Just like us
And feel the pain
As good as we are

Is an animal your friend?
Or corpse in your plate?

Hanging on the hook
They spilling blood
From splitted throat

Is breaked life a price for your food?
Do you realized this ain't good?

I understood
From whom this food is taken
And I don't want
To be a part of this

If only every slaughterhouse in the world has a glass walls...

don't kill living creatures!


(Thanks to rambutanic for these lyrics)