Текст песни 100 Suns

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