There’s no such thing as destiny or fate,
its all on what we create,
the world will continue turning round,
as long as peace can be found.

Drinking the devils brew,
yes he’s inside of me and you,
feel as though I’m in a trance,
on bleak horizon hells angels dance.

No time for me to repent,
I was sent here to represent,
its all in my honor I must defend,
ill be fighting until the end.

Many just sit back and cry,
watching their fathers and brothers die,
maybe one day peace will be real,
maybe politicians will learn to feel.

Searching for the whole of Babylon,
the unrisen man was it all along,
but it must be pointed that the bible was written by common man,
nothing really is planned.