Thursty murder is befitted to god   The creator of universe has the right to kill all   Trample the mankind as worms   Oh I feel this spiritual need      Soe people see loving father in him   Non suspecting what lives in hell   Someone can say I believe only in myself   I cannot say who o them is worse      The act of god they will die   Crushed damned unforgiven      We are created for carnage   Paradise blooms when we die   If he has killed his only son   Why do you think he loves you?