Paroles de Tormented

Our intention is not freedom Our aim is war It's not that we love destruction But we have suffered so far We built an army for separation You, the clot of the blood of this generation There will be no consequence Secularism is all that makes sense Disturbance by the different breeds Graveyard is where I plant my seeds Denied by democracy Into my life’s delinquency Cluster of the satan's mind A bowl of blood that I can't deny.