Parabellum

Under the dark sky, piled bodies Remained from the previous battle Ancestral spirits hover on your heads Men remembered in the early years And forgotten in the next millennia Intolerance made us weak Acceptance of wrong has destroyed our stories Under the dark sky, piled bodies Remained from the previous battle Ancestral spirits hover in your heads Men remembered in the early years And forgotten in the next millennia Intolerance made us weak Acceptance of wrong has destroyed our stories Reacting is revolutionary And is expected by everyone, but is anyone Willing to cross the line of fire?