Those who raise the dead on the throne Claim to be the guards of the laws... Those who prefer suffering rather than dealing a blow Claim to be the teachers of life... Those who are servants of alien belief Claim to protect my heritage... Those who are drowned in marsh of lies Say what is wrong and what is right... The wisemen of the third Millenium Bring us the bright ideal of man They try to sterilize his nature And calm the angry voice inside... In their affected tolerant world of love I feel that many things are missing Accept the essence of my innerself I want my natural right to hate...