Aesthetics of hate
For the love of brother
Defend tenfold
I will sing this fucking words
His honor we'll always uphold
May the hand of God strike them, strike them
You branded us pathetic for our respect
But he made us driven, deep reverence far beyond the rest
For the love of brother
May the hands of God strike them down
I hope you burn in hell
But your hate was over all too soon
I hope you burn in hell, go
May the hands of God strike them down
May the hand of God strike them down
Live his freedom vicariously
Oh, long live memories
For the love of brother
I will say these fucking words
Aesthetics of hate
Because nothing is over, nothing's through 'til we bury you
May the hands of God strike them down
No silence against ignorance
May the hands of God strike them down
Iconoclast, I hope you burn, burn in hell
Oh, the words I read on the screen left me fucking sick
I felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitch
May the hand of God strike them down
I will sing this fucking song
