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