Movement in the Dead of Night

Bruised, torn, and battered, gassed, 
Batons smashed over our skulls, 
Morale is weak but it won't be broken, 
Tables turn when darkness falls. 
We have come in the dead of night while the enemy sleeps and is unaware
To enact our revenge and seek divine justice, 
We have come in the dead of night to free every life from its [bad word] cage 
Until the morning breaks on the dawn of total freedom! 
This sick infatuation with life's destruction, 
This grotesque embodiment of decay, 
new world will rise from this disfunction, 
When the institutions of oppression are laid to waste! 
Bred, caged and murdered, animals die behind these walls, 
Hearts broken and hope abandoned, 
All dreams disparaged beyond recall. 
We have come in the dead of night while the enemy sleeps and is unaware
To enact our revenge and seek divine justice, 
We have come in the dead of night to free very life from its [bad word] cage
Until the morning breaks on the dawn of total freedom! 
This sick infatuation with life's destruction, 
This grotesque embodiment of decay, 
new world will rise from this disfunction, 
When the institutions of oppression are laid to waste... 
Are laid to [bad word] waste! 
scream for justice breaks the silence of this endless night. 
This war has come to haunt our footsteps 
So we must stand firm in defense of all innocent life.