Nomad

Nomad - Four Percent Of Hate lyrics

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Show me these crowds who personify your sacred thought!
Show me that liberation which was supposed to come 
together with your death!
I see black clouds of the ignorance
I touch black flames of fear
I tear apart black chains of suffering
I don't fear this sacred taboo anymore
I no longer fear this ban
I won't let the fear to keep me in prison.
I am a blasphemer
I am proud of myself
I am a human
I am the anger of revenge
I am the Antichrist
I am proud of myself
I tore apart black clouds of ignorance
I put out black flames of fear
I tore apart black chains of suffering
I see crowds of corrupted saints
I see hypocrites talking about freedom
I see your wretched temples full of rotten sacraments
What hurts more, truth or lack of truth?!
Rise the light of one thought
Lift the flame of one word
Am I a blasphemer?
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