It's not them who i fear Them who became persecuted So many who are forced to cover themselves in blood Because of religious fanaticism Whose children are decapitated in the name of a god I'd rather give help and be glad They're safe now I try to cover my eyes and not to see the shame I'm disgusted by you by you who are spitting from the shelter of your safe home every day By you who are roaming in the woods of hatred with shackles on your feet You're the slaves of your manipulated feelings I wish you knew what is it When your everydays becoming hell I wish you had to runaway from the place where everything is nice to you That you won't find your peace afterall I hope you smell the scent of your rotting corpse with a rope around your neck