Cataclysms, by two times,
Have erased the Creation
And humans, begging skies,
Have implore their own forgive
They have been forgiven
This is our fate
Minds don't think, they just do
Prime instincts rule this world
Fifty years of war and sadness
Fifty years of lies and manipulation
A blackened sky, a pouring rain
This is made by our acts
It was written
I've seen them, in search of
A better end for themselves
But others decided, that it will not happen
Was it really written?
Many cries, many tears
This is our soul
Minds don't think, they just do
It was nothing but...
As they die, they realize
The origins of inequality
Have erased the Creation
And humans, begging skies,
Have implore their own forgive
They have been forgiven
This is our fate
Minds don't think, they just do
Prime instincts rule this world
Fifty years of war and sadness
Fifty years of lies and manipulation
A blackened sky, a pouring rain
This is made by our acts
It was written
I've seen them, in search of
A better end for themselves
But others decided, that it will not happen
Was it really written?
Many cries, many tears
This is our soul
Minds don't think, they just do
It was nothing but...
As they die, they realize
The origins of inequality