An ancient prophecy told by a wise men pronounce a future of fire and death! Death will comes from the sky in a shining light will be a scourge of the gods?
Fire in the sky! Fire in the sky!
all the village involved in fear sealing windows and doors womans crying in despair They called one sorcerer that talked to the gods And asked how escape the curse
Fire in the sky! Fire in the sky!
“Master! Ancient and wise man in the tribe, what we cam do? One gift of blood is necessary? in praise of gods to stop the curse, the light in the sky… We can offer in hecatomb our flocks….”
“No! some sheeps and goats will not calm the wrath of the gods! They want something more precious...We must wet the ground with the blood of our children!
But master! Our children! No! Is not there some other way? The gods want that they die?
I say! I see! The gods want their blood! Or all the tribe will Perish in agony, hunger and decease!
Fire in the Sky!
Nobody die nobody turned blind the comet will never bring a curse when the sun rise all the tribe cry in grief by the child’s death
The centuries pass and science rise But religions still killing people and keeping blindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
