When in the kingdom of fear,
Terror makes the law, bet on the color
Of the emperor and the king, which one will be
The craziest and which one will fall
Which one is a puppet and which one
Pulls the strings?

It looks like a game, but
There are no rules, as long as it
Amuses them, the game will continue, all
Moves are allowed, the embargo, the attack
The victims will brandish the crescent
Or the cross

Back to square one, touch
Two thousand years of hatred, two thousand years of
Revenge for the next generations
Millions
Of martyrs, to return to the same
How many heroes to bury the problem?

In war as in
War, hear the anger growl, when
Reason degenerates, if profit
Is the driving force
Pray for a better millennium

In war as in
War, hear the thunder pound, the
Fury of the bloodthirsty, if profit
Is the driving force
Pray for a better millennium

Respectable and hairy generals
And heads of state indulge in barbarism
Cold-blooded genocide
Feast on tragedies
And soldier meat
Exalted by conflict find
Weighty arguments

To stir up the crowd fascinated by the feat
Of the valiant warrior, renegade hunter
Every evening at eight
It's the series of the month
Only the devil himself
Knows how it will end

But what are these missiles that
Whistle over our heads?

Where do these desires for victories
Of conquests come from?

Who reaps the benefits? For
Whom does the storm blow?

Death will thank the rocket dealers
Lay down the arms, stop the tears
Save your soul

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