Текст песни:
A hundred suns, born to kill
It is madness, a sun created by man
Once again a perverse irony of life
Earth creates, man destroys
Love and hatred
We are the butchers of the earth
A hundred suns will be born
Millions of lives will fall
The first lightening
A picture without protection and sense
The end, torture and death
When do they stop, when is it over?
One day they will all stand up
Rebel against us, exterminated us
The first lightening
A picture without protection and sense
A hundred suns, born to kill
It is madness, a sun created by man
Once again a perverse irony of life
Earth creates, man destroys
Love and hatred
We are the butchers of the earth
A hundred suns will be born
Millions of lives will fall
Born to kill
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