Blasphemy
Blasphemy

With coming
on this world
you're already dead
It doesn't matter what
somebody said

There's nothing secret
in somebody's birth
Cos he finished his life with the face in the dirt

There are no feelings like respect or love
The only tongue we speak with is the tongue of the saw

To kill each other we learned very well
But we forget that this world together we dwell

Blasphemy ... Bloody blasphemy

Every creature run to the hills
cos we got our pleasure to kill
Destroying and killing purposely for fun
Our fiction is that there could be only one

We think that we are the kings of the hill
That the whole nature spin around our mill

We are just a simple goddamned killing kind
And that has nothing to do with the healthy good mind...

Blasphemy ... Bloody blasphemy