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
