God gave me an apple of dischord.
The second hand cruelly turning.
The view is beautiful from here inside this sea of blood.
I see a man talking the life of this fellow man.
The conflict is for what purpose?
Someday, the light which resembled hope will cover the world.
The silence spreads and the human race disappears.
Have you seen a woman who's crying and hungging and going mad
Have you seen the smile of a man whose legs were torn from him?
I can do nothing, nothing to do but only sing the song of peace.