In these days when virtue and hope are scarce Revenge and hate are praised since from the cradle Father incites son To hate what he doesn't understand A sour first ration to feed They planted the seeds Atrocities from religious madness God is a safe excuse for sin Your whole life designed with concepts You didn't ask for, but you'll soon absorb Brother encouraging brother To hate who he doesn't know Feeding on more of the same The wheel of misfortune goes on Sport matches turned into mayhem Killing, damaging and plundering for fun Death on TV raises the audience, Thirst for blood asking for more Children fighting on the Web All for 10 seconds of fame Hate cult is growing wider The only way is to be prepared Father raising sons Feeding on hatred and revolt Perpetuate the pain A rage that will never end