Compositor: Eder Santana
Innocence lost, immaculate souls
Empty words fills the story's to be told
Minutes of silence are hollow and cold
Prelude to a tragedy, ready to explode
From grandpas' tales, to fathers' hands
Dark legacy, passed down through years
Children taught to, wield a deadly might
An evil seed's that soon will grown
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate unlimited
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate unlimited
Weapons forged, from ignorance bred
A twisted path where, empathy is dead
From a tainted past, a culture of hate
Generations scarred, by a venomous trait
A call to the conscience, a demand for change
Maybe this cycle of violence will end someday?
For the lives that were lost, and the future at stake
Wake up authorities before it's too late
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate unlimited
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate unlimited
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate unlimited
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate unlimited