Hate and war (I hate Englishman) Hate and war (They're just bad as wops) Hate and war (I hate all the politeness) Hate and war (I hate all the cops) Hate and
back Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate
Tulkojums: Clash. Naida un kara.
me that my songs so nice And for the right price I might just body you Chop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articles I'm sick and
This is love and not treason This is love and not treason This is love and not treason This is love and not treason (This is love and not treason)
in a physical form Like I'm born to be crucified and mother was born to cry Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die And God and
walk in my sins and put it out to the world about the things that I did, that I did For you, I give 'em the paper, look at the world and the haters and
he's lost And on the battlefield it ends War and anger shall reign The clash of iron can be heard By blindness you're driven insane I'm lost in anguish and
sight (and there are other worlds than these) caring not for other worlds your fathers tried to slay me your brothers fell before me clashing, as hates
never step backwards There's only Triumph or Death Gods of War are always on our side And Metal keep us alive Never give in, never surrender Our Unity and Hate
Show me the Garden of Eden And heal me tonight I don't know what I play In a game of deliverance To the sword of a modern crusade Cultures clashed - clashed
slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest
