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Oh, you tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face

Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave

But your hate was over all too soon

Because nothing is over, nothing's through 'til we bury you

For the love of brother

I will sing this fucking song

Aesthetics of hate

I hope you burn in hell, go

Oh, the words I read on the screen left me fucking sick

I felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitch

You branded us pathetic for our respect

But he made us driven, deep reverence far beyond the rest

For the love of brother

I will sing this fucking words

Aesthetics of hate

I hope you burn in hell

Oh, long live memories

Live his freedom vicariously

Defend tenfold

His honor we'll always uphold

For the love of brother

I will say these fucking words

No silence against ignorance

Iconoclast, I hope you burn, burn in hell

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hand of God strike them down

May the hand of God strike them down

May the hand of God strike them, strike them

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hands of God strike them