Woooaah! 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, Till we bury you For the love of brother I will sing this fucking song Aesthetics of hate, I hope you burn in hell Woooaah! 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, Such deep reverence, Far beyond the rest For the love of brother I will sing these fucking words Aesthetics of hate, I hope you burn in hell Woooaah! Long live memories Live this 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 hand 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 down Strike them down... Woooaah! May the hand 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 down (down, down...)