For those who cries, fear flies.
Death knoks my door sometimes.
Life gets hard, satan smiles,
Prayless mouths act like butterflies...
To count up to ten, start from zero,
Don't look for a savior or a hero.
Lies seek for a shadow to hide from light,
Soldiers of the wars want to believe, future is bright.
This is not a war, I am not a soldier,
I have always played the role of observer.
İt will be dark not future but my eyes,
Slowly loosing, surely dying....
Upon the years tears shattered, tired.
World cared the wars and the warriors by far.
Knights of the truth tried,
It hurts, why the victory is far ?
-barbar