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
This 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 the manger
Come and crush the spirit of the age
We'll see Him crush the spirit of the age