I thought that I heard crying coming through my door
Was it Rachel weeping for her sons who were no more?
Could it have been the babies crying for themselves
Never understanding that they died for someone else?

The voices heard of weeping and of wailing
History speaks of it on every page
Of innocent and helpless little babies
Offerings to the spirit of the age

No way of understanding this sad and painful sign
Whenever Satan rears his head, there comes a tragic time
If He could crush the cradle then that would stop the cross
He knew that once the Light was born His every hope was lost

The voices heard of weeping and of wailing
History speaks of it on every page
Of innocent and helpless little babies
Offerings to the spirit of the age

Now every age has heard it, the voice that speaks from Hell
'Sacrifice your children and for you it will be well'
The subtle serpent's lying, His dark and ruthless rage
Behold, it is revealed to be the spirit of the age

The voices heard of weeping and of wailing
History speaks of it on every page
Of innocent and helpless little babies
Offerings to the spirit of the age

Soon all the ones who seemed to die for nothing
Will stand beside the Ancient of Days
With joy we'll see that Infant from a manger
Come and crush the spirit of the age
We'll se Him crush the spirit of the age