Four Percent Of Hate (The Nomad)

Show me these crowds who personify your sacred thought! Show me that liberation which was supposed to come together with your death! I see black clouds of the ignorance I touch black flames of fear I tear apart black chains of suffering I don't fear this sacred taboo anymore I no longer fear this ban I won't let the fear to keep me in prison. I am a blasphemer I am proud of myself I am a human I am the anger of revenge I am the Antichrist I am proud of myself I tore apart black clouds of ignorance I put out black flames of fear I tore apart black chains of suffering I see crowds of corrupted saints I see hypocrites talking about freedom I see your wretched temples full of rotten sacraments What hurts more, truth or lack of truth?! Rise the light of one thought Lift the flame of one word Am I a blasphemer?