Fire rains from the sky
Burning the flowers of the garden
Tears of blood, pain in soul
Staining the ground that one day was sacred
Killing, plundering
Because the creeds aren't the same
Fathers and sons
Fighting among themselves
No respect, no consent
Only kill or die
The helps arrive late and stir where they can't
Close my eyes, tell me that it's a lie
Give me the hand and take me from here
I can't see, i can't endure
I can't kill, tell that it's a lie
It's not real
The sands of time will not erase this wound
Don't cry my son, the death is coming
Cities fell, families disappeared
People mutilate, chaos installed
Governments don't get an accord
One more time
The holy land is a stage of a horror's show
Close my eyes, tell me that it's a lie
Give me the hand and take me from here
I can't see, i can't endure
I can't kill, tell that it's a lie
It's not real
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