Oh, you tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face   Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave   But your hate was over all too soon   Because nothing is over, nothing's through 'til we bury you      For the love of brother   I will sing this fucking song   Aesthetics of hate   I hope you burn in hell, go      Oh, the words I read on the screen left me fucking sick   I felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitch   You branded us pathetic for our respect   But he made us driven, deep reverence far beyond the rest      For the love of brother   I will sing this fucking words   Aesthetics of hate   I hope you burn in hell      Oh, long live memories   Live his freedom vicariously   Defend tenfold   His honor we'll always uphold      For the love of brother   I will say these fucking words   No silence against ignorance   Iconoclast, I hope you burn, burn in hell      May the hands of God strike them down   May the hand of God strike them down   May the hand of God strike them down   May the hand of God strike them, strike them      May the hands of God strike them down   May the hands of God strike them down   May the hands of God strike them down   May the hands of God strike them