Come taste a century of hatred
Free from the sanity of them
Is there something, that you see in all of them
Non believer, a time will come, but when?
All you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,
Spare the trouble you feel, save a breath for your next
Spit on the laws that I made for you
Betray the treasures within hearts
Is there something in death that you think reflects your life?
Come taste the loss that I feel, challenge paradise
All you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,
Save the trouble you feel, a treasure with no price
It s disturbing, the joy I feel, but I feel it more
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