Out of wars are heroes born
Out of wars is death born!
Like sands we have conquered this place
Spreading across the lands and seas
Born as a result of an act of Love,
Preaching chaos we traveled from place to place,
Standing tall and might atop the  bodies of the people we killed
Holding religion in hands but not in hearts
Drenched in the blood of our brothers and sisters
Mothers of our mothers and fathers of our fathers
An act of Love we call it,
An offering to unknown Gods we call it,
What is good? What is wrong?
For who cares where the belong!
We are nothing but Hatred born out of the pure act of Love,
These hands were meant to hold them from falling
This heart meant to Love and Love unconditionally
Bribed by religion, we exchanged them for Guns and Preaching!

In my silent hours i hear you,
The You I should have protected,
The You they should have protected,
For our hearts are connected even in Death...
A white and a black, A man and a woman,
Born of the same spirits,
Born from an act of Love of Gods!
The Gods unknown!
Out of wars are heroes born,
Heroes who kill and heroes who save!