Sweet Opium

Vision of a stranger before me

Forced to face this sad reality

The path seems definitively hopeless

Ever giving way to madness

Over the years we are struggling

One against the other

Feeding the seed of hate

Dismissing tolerance

Blood will flow for missing brothers

Horizon darkens more than ever

In front of vengeance's horrible face

Death's shadow glides in the air

(Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes homines)