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