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