The soil

Your guns are here
They came with lies
They're here to burn
To flame the night

The blood of all
Equal at last

It won't clear up
This war will last

We must survive

Upgrowing dark
Laughter of god

Erased memories
Our past is falling down

We can't survive

Fire falling from the sky
Like rain, black heavy rain
Together we will bite the dust
Dark clouds are coming from your hands

Old scholars, they're scratching their heads
And doing everything for one's own good

Women are crying
They're hugging their children
Children are screaming into the sky

Soil…
Blood…

A lot of graveyards
Without monuments
The soil is absorbing blood