4 acessos
Our intention is not freedom
Our aim is war
It's not that we love destruction
But we have suffered so far
We built an army for separation
You, the clot of the blood of this generation
There will be no consequence
Secularism is all that makes sense
Disturbance by the different breeds
Graveyard is where I plant my seeds
Denied by democracy
Into my life’s delinquency
Cluster of the satan's mind
A bowl of blood that I can't deny.