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