At the beggining of our kind,

people belived in the strange things

they used to call them gods,

when they really are made up in our mind

It was important then,

for not rains and storms to explain,

but so bad decisions can

make us feel some pain

Bad things weren't done,

because of fear gods make

when trough clouds storms run

to punish you for mistake

When this age was over yet,

we still couldn't do what we pleased

Only one God on the sky was set

but with power strongly belived

Why we didn't do bad things then?

God told us, if we do sins

We'll be sinners banned

from dear home heaven's

Still ages passed,

people started doubting their faith

More and more did what they pleased

And people needed something new to create

Morals and ethics,

new to everyone

Some rule, our inner law

of what's good and what's wrong

The thing here is again

not many will care

about this loud voice

they will keep hurting others,

without knowing it hurts them too

What will happen, when morals and ethics fade,

just as faded greek gods, pagan culture,

just as faded our God into the shade?

What then will stop us in destroying the future?

With every punch, with every insult

you'll no longer think of storms,

with every kill, with every shot,

you'll no longer think of demons.

You won't think, but will you feel

the way everyones pain

goes trough you as bullet of steel

punish you directly in vein?

These days, you'll do anything,

for money fame and love

No gods or storm scaring,

but you don't know the fact

that even if we are from past times above

sacrifices still float by our act

Only this time we don't offer blood in bowl

insted, we are sacrificing our soul