Caliban - 100 Suns текст песни

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 sense

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 sense

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