Слова:
World Burns To Death

father of three Douses himself with gallons of kerosene Under the window of McNamara Detroit, Michigan 1965 82 year old woman burns herself to death

Daggers at our necks? Cannons at our backs? How long do we go on with our holocaust rehearsals? This doomsday bread? This balance of terror? How long

day I think the look of the world is a lie A grotesque fucking face made up Over graves and fiery depths And nothing else is true This wretched fucking world

In The dusty Kiev streets it is deadly fucking grey, And the voices on the radio all speak of prophesy? But the wormwood in the air left a bitter taste

Human butchery has had it's day And the time is rapidly approaching When the professional soldier Will be placed on the same level as: Grave digger Death

Standing above this swamp, Which could gush forth a spring... But the guns don't bark, And the cannons don't scream. And you don't see blood here, Only

the hungry Of wonderful times to come When they speak of peace? War is coming When they speak of love? Hatred is coming When they speak of life? Death

of Rus? paid an awful price One in three were cut down as the reaper swung his scythe A swarm of red locusts brought pestilence and plague Starvation and death

eyed man is fucking king (The response was completely typical and predictable... The United States has unilaterally ignored the interests of the Muslim world