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 befall

The first lightening
A picture without protection and sence

The end, torture and death
When do they stop, when is it over?
One day they will all stand up
Rebel against us - Exterminate us

The first lightening
A picture without protection and sence

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 befall

The end, torture and death
When do they stop, when is it over?
One day they will all stand up
Rebel against us - Exterminate us

Born to kill
Born to kill