You

tried

to

spit

in

the

eye

Of

a

dead

man's

face

At-

tacked

the

ways

of

a

man

Not

yet

in

his

grave

But

your

hate

was

o-

ver

all

too

soon

Be-

cause

no-

thing

is

o-

ver

And no-

thing's

through

Till

we

bu-

ry

you

For

the

love

of

bro-

ther

I

will

sing

this

fu-

cking

song

Aes-

the-

tics

of

hate

I

hope

you

burn

in

hell

The

words

I

read

on

the

screen

Left

me

fu-

cking

sick

I

felt

the

hat-

red

ri-

sing

You

son

of

a

bitch

You

branded

us

pa-

the-

tic

for

our

res-

pect

But

he

made

us

Dri-

ven

Such deep

reve-

rence

Far

be-

yond

the

rest

For

the

love

of

bro-

ther

I

will

sing

these

fu-

cking

words

Aes-

the-

tics

of

hate

I

hope

you

burn

in

hell

Long

live

me-

mo-

ries

Live

this

free-

dom

vi-

ca-

ri-

ous-

ly

De-

fend

ten-

fold

His

ho-

nor

we'll

al-

ways

up-

hold

For

the

love

of

bro-

ther

I

will

say

these

fu-

cking

words

No

si-

lence

a-

gainst

ig-

no-

rance

I-

co-

noc-

last,

I

hope

you

burn

Burn

in

hell

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them

down

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them

down

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them

down

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

May

strike

May

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them

down

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them

down

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them

down

May

the

hand

of

god

strike

them