The Last Goddess

From the highest part of their towers made by gold

The mighty ones observe with satisfaction the ending of the world

They're engaged to show to lenses matching ties and smiling faces

Or, at the most, to shake their hands with the ones of their worst enemies

But they're not the ones who will lose their life across the streets

Too much young men will be ready to do it instead of them

But, from their candour, they are leaving out an important thing

They're handled by their enemies

Between the dust and through the clouds

You will see the people dying

And the blood that they shed to fight for this world

Will mark forever these words in the sky

"The last goddess will not have to die!"

But history repeats itself another time

So now I ask myself "But doesn't should be better

If all these damned wars were be fought

by the dorks that give rise to them?"

Bodies now are lying upon the sidewalks without life

I've seen my generation broken off forevermore

So what could have been their last thoughts before the end?

"I didn't do it to finish so, but to have not stand no more"

But now they cannot think no more

'Cause maybe someone stopped them

Between the dust and through the clouds

You will see the people dying

And the blood that they shed to fight for this world

Will mark forever these words in the sky

"The last goddess will not have to die!"