Those who raise the dead on the throneClaim to be the guards of the laws…Those who prefer suffering rather than dealing a blowClaim to be the teachers of life…Those who are servants of alien beliefClaim to protect my heritage…Those who are drowned in marsh of liesSay what is wrong and what is right…The wisemen of the third MilleniumBring us the bright ideal of manThey try to sterilize his natureAnd calm the angry voice inside…In their affected tolerant world of loveI feel that many things are missingAccept the essence of my innerselfI want my natural right to hate…