اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Plague the thoughts of men
Take away their dignity and self pride
You died for me? my slate is clean
Not due to false ideal
I call out your lies to the public eye
Behold the future,
One that will lead to casualties
He holds all men equal? yet you claim to be god
The war of ages, is never ending
It boils that blood that fills my veins
Stirring nothing but hatred for the world
You bring many people peace on your crutch
Remove it, they can stand without your touch
Sincere are the actions in men
Initiated simply by the thought of mankind
A world without your presence
A world better than the present
You have awakened the giant from it's sleep
