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, a trеasure with no price

All you worship in life dеstroyed by human hands
Save the trouble you feel, challenge paradise

It's disturbing, the joy that I feel, but I feel it more