A hundred suns, born to kill   It is madness, a sun created by man   Once again a perverse irony of life   Earth creates - Man destroys      Love and hatred   We are the butchers of the Earth   A hundred suns will be born   Millions of lives will befall      The first lightening   A picture without protection and sence      The end, torture and death   When do they stop, when is it over?   One day they will all stand up   Rebel against us - Exterminate us      The first lightening   A picture without protection and sence      A hundred suns, born to kill   It is madness, a sun created by man   Once again a perverse irony of life   Earth creates - Man destroys      Love and hatred   We are the butchers of the earth   A hundred suns will be born   Millions of lives will befall      The end, torture and death   When do they stop, when is it over?   One day they will all stand up   Rebel against us - Exterminate us      Born to kill   Born to kill