كلمات H3

The poison is the thought Which it turns to smoke Smoke that bums And presses all my brain Human who hates humans Yes, I am Screaming, bleeding, more and more The wood rejected present You spit on cadaver Grey material, destructive gun Human who hates human Yes, I am Screaming, bleeding, more and more No, don't be confused There will be pain, but I am not the misanthropy hulk! Human, weeding, human, screaming!! Listen, fear, suffer I was bom from the river that comes poisoned From the sun that's burning life Your creation, your son, your slayer And don't cry for sorrow you created And the whispers clame for revenge H3 comes!! No more humans... Humans