through their spirit humans are not unconditionally delivered to their fate
but unfortunately, instead of taking control of our own destiny
we’re used to point our finger at others
blind to the truth, we just keep looking for excuses
thinking time will swallow it all
only when our wounds become scars
we are able to judge right from wrong
we think it is hate creating demons
but we’re wrong, it is fear
we’re all scared to death
with raised fist we always used to reign
dead or alive – these words keep burning deep inside us all
and when the saint becomes the sinner
above the clouds the air is thinner
then the weak and the poor will pay with their lives, with their lives
we sow the wind and we will reap the storm
no one to hear the cry
no one to hear the cry
suffer and die – people use to pounce ruthless on the poor
dead or alive – the greed that suffocates respect
the ugly side of us keeps burning bright
dark days, dark years, dark times still cover the light
we sow the wind and we will reap the storm
no one to hear the cry
no one to hear the cry
no one to hear the cry
when all the hope is fading
and there’s no ground beneath your feet, look overhead
then vultures know you’re as good as dead
when there’s no strength to go on
and skies begin to darken
no one hears your cries
until you close your eyes
greed-driven, sucking the last drop of your blood
no mercy, no regret, the common basis of our cultures
is a doctrine of vultures
born of fire
who’s to blame
now close your eyes
this is your sudden demise
eye for an eye
tooth for a tooth
and the slave becomes the master
suffer and die
suffer and die through the ages of time
till day of reckoning
the moment – when the weak stop to crawl
the point – where words end
the place – where no one is secure
the awakening of the living dead
when all the hope is fading
and there’s no ground beneath your feet, look overhead
then vultures know you’re as good as dead
when there’s no strength to go on
and skies begin to darken
no one hears your cries
until you close your eyes
greed-driven, sucking the last drop of your blood
no mercy, no regret, the common basis of our cultures
is a doctrine of vultures
