The skies aren't blue and took everything to their silent zenith
Into oblivion some creatures live and breath the pain only to die
We are their misfortune and all the hope around them.

All the hope around them.

Raped in a confusing world;

slaves of our stupid nature
Our realm... our realm is disease;
it's the product of all the spilled blood.


And all this terror is the peace that we promote and love.
And all this illusion is for fashion and non sense folklore.

Who will pay for this error
Who will amend this error


It`s time to change their lives
and liberate them now!


In this prison we have made hell and heaven
Choose what side is your path
May be none of both

What you do.
What's the moral
Liberate now!