What was best, was fiercely [bad word] 
They killed the dreams, and now they are gone.
Sneering smiles, mocking looks
Pointing out sins they hide in their nooks.

The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk,
The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark,
To vanish off our tainted hearts,
All that we saved torn apart.

How can they know that thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold - the defeat of the [bad word] 
These shadowless men, how can they know
The power of the scorned 
Is letting dreams go?

Merciless speech, merciless acts,
Words made of lead of beasts so voracious.
Sneering laughter, mocking glances,
Envious faces and lack of tolerance.

The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk,
The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark,
To vanish off our tainted hearts,
All that we saved torn apart.

How can they know that thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold - the defeat of the [bad word] 
These shadowless men, how can they know
The power of the scorned 
Is letting dreams go?