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