period

Forgotten another path
Creations that make us crazy
A tale of the hero of tragedy will be told, again today
And the hatred will be born and released
Formative logic for distinction
Our clear consciences continuously utilized
We kill each other with arms tied back
Hatred through time to time, and mistakes wiped out
Force will transformed into ambition that desires greater power
Fear makes us short-sighted, and reflect hostility on the opposite side of the door
How much more has to be killed until the end of the hatred?
How much more has to be died until you get the justice?
You havent noticed yet who owns the key
Put a period to endless hatred
How much more has to be killed until the end of the hatred?