Текст песни Infinite Tales - Revolution

Just the clouds of dust continous sands.. cruel dry
he's one of the gods

He's just the one who makes you calm
it make no sense that it would be just after life
sacrifice yourself

In this pathetic world you're just
a sword in hands of bloody angry faith
with face of death

What a pretty justification?

Why must you kill
all who believes
in this lie
the fight for nothing, nothing...

Splitting the mankind to the rights and to mistaken
they gave not a chance for own opinion

Take away
that last hope
cut the rope

just the clouds of dust continous sands.. cruel dry

cover your females like the prisoners
raping them when underage
don't forget to pray for a fifth time
for the dozens of virgins
for the seventh skies
for paradise

no need for guns
when there are thousands
shoot at a child
his life is nothing, nothingЕ

time to defend your heritage
time to develop ourselves
otherwise we will fall
destroy our fragile world

splitting the mankind to the rights and to mistaken
they gave not a chance for own opinion