pierro:

Gods have made us, Gods have created.
Spawned us Lone on a deserted land
Watching now through the discuise of clouds
Looking at beasts destroying themself

They pored blood in to our Veins
It had to serve us to continue race
But some of people have decided,
That my blood never has to love.

They took the love out
Filled with pain
Filled with anger

Boiling blood in our veins
Burn our painful past
Boiling blood
We should turn them to dust