Alpha Noir

Let the good men crush What they love It makes them feel alive Let the fair men build them crosses And crucify So let the wise men write Our death threats, in Bible paper Let their message be sent Throughout the thunder Throughout the underworld Throughout the Alpha Alpha Noir, we want a new world! Alpha Noir, our truth, our code! Let the good men search Revolve their graves For a shade of paradise Let the lion’s flesh perfume the widow And sanctify! Let the weak man have The final word Order from Chaos Let their secret be known Throughout the thunder Throughout the underworld Throughout the Alpha Alpha Noir, we want a new world! Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!