Come taste a century of hatred
   Free from the sanity of them
  
   Is there something, that you see in all of them
   Non-believer, a time will come, but when?
  
   All you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,
   Spare the trouble you feel, save a breath for your next
  
   Spit on the laws that I made for you
   Betray the treasures within hearts
  
   Is there something in death that you think reflects your life?
   Come taste the loss that I feel, challenge paradise
  
   All you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,
   Save the trouble you feel, a treasure with no price
  
   It's disturbing, the joy I feel, but I feel it more