Original lyrics

EN

From the morning to the night Breaking news of fights All the certainties are gone Do you get my drift? It's another middle age Same old fear and rage Sneaking slowly through our feet They are gaining ground Compreheision for someone Who's trying to surround us Too many wolves in lambs' clothing ready to conquer and rule Words of love or swords of god Mixed and abused Holy wars for cursed ideals Look out they are here Rising deadly like a gas Stealing our breath Planning slaughters at the shadow of distorted worths Compreheision for someone Who's trying to surround us Too many wolves in lambs' clothing ready to conquer and rule