Our history is written in our blood
Why would we ever let this threat be so real?
The fact is that we are not able to control
All the decisions that are coming from above
The last word's thrown into the open fire
Poor those who tied and those who never have been born
Into the heaven just to save his child's world
We want no more
This battle never meant to be our own
We are the victors, but the price is just unreal
The fact is that we are not able to control
Let the deciders simply slid each other's souls
The last word's thrown into the open fire
Poor those who tied and those who never have been born
And all that we want is see our children's smiles
We want no more