tell the priest to turn his ring his words will cast a spell
smoke will hide the end of the day ten o'clock and all is well

seven thousand voices screaming at the world
seven thousand voices for all the boys and girls

the heat of passion frustrations so high what else could move these hands
what else could turn this blade around the pain of one's demands
i will never know what's on the last page of my book
no starting no stopping just standing in place i will never look
i still hear seven thousand voices

so what do you wish to talk of now as the blood falls from my skin
your finger tips pass upon my lips the fire burns within, the fire burns within