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 sence



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 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 fall



born to kill