You tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face
Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave
But your hate was over all too soon
Because nothing's over and nothing's through
'Til we bury you!

For the love of brother
I sing this fucking song
Aesthetics of Hate
I hope you burn in hell

The words I read on the screan left me fucking sick
I felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitch
You branded us pathetic for our respect
But he made us driven, deep reverence
Far beyond the rest

For the love of brother
I sing this fucking song
Aesthetics of Hate
I hope you burn in hell

Long live memories
Live his freedom vicariously
Defend tenfold
His honor we'll always uphold

For the love of brother
I will say this fucking words
No silence against ignorance
Iconoclast, I hope you burn in hell

May the hand of god strike them down.