Yet another night of dismay,
Falls upon the land of the tortured
And they pray,
May this night be over
And the morning brings the light,
Not only to a world that's ending
Not only to a soul that's bending their knees
To the torturer,
The omnipotent,
The ones who called themselves God;
And torture poor souls until they're afraid,
And weakened,
Hopeless and blind
To hold the freedom of sunshine.
And now they surrendered themselves lest they should die in misery.



The weakest of them are now covered in mud,
As an example of defeat.
"You must know where you stand,
Fear my presence
Obey my commands!
'Cause I hold the power
Against all of your freedom,
Be my slave,
Dare not to withstand."
But they do.
They stand together every time,
Hoping for a day to come
Where they will grow out of this mud,
And their blood will collide into the sea,
As an example of great sacrifice.
They will bloom like the sunflower facing the sun,
"The sun is our freedom,
We might break, we might fall
Nevertheless we will ever run.
Because we believe in one true God
Who created us,
Who wants a better world
Filled with good souls,
Where peace exists
And so does redemption.
We surrendered our souls
Not to rage wars
Or to stand over the pile of dead bodies and their ashes.
We served our spirit
To create a world as pure as heaven.




Heaven exists only for them
Who serves for good,
Who loves wholeheartedly
As every human should.
Hell exists for those,
Who claims to be a saint
Yet deep inside they are
Just a soulless sinner,
Burning in their own ignited flames.



So tell me,
The great rulers of the world,
The ones who called themselves God
And promised to make a better future,

How long would you deny
The slaughtering of thousands of men, women and children
In the name of betterment?

How many lives would it cost to make a better world where peace exists?
Where happiness is not only a memory but reality.

How long would you hide under the coat of your power,
Claiming to reach heaven
When you're only one step away from hellfire?

Is this how God brings peace upon the face of the earth?
Or is this how God arises to put an end to this despairing world
To all of these miseries.


The tortured souls and the torturers,
The deceased and the despised ones,
You must know, you must prepare
Because the end is near.