I am rising Constantly soaring I am casting a shadow At this wretched mankind I can see quite well from here How frail you all are To hunt down and devour And above all To possess The world Amongst the many shades Is dressed in black today A pack of men Tears apart its pray Fairly splits A shred of meat And if a piece remains A man – how proud it sounds Even today Without the questions there’s no answers It is easier without them To live in a lie Blood Even more red than When it was making The temples’ foundations It flows Against the time Is this the mankind? No These are the excrements... A Man The raging wave The Suppressed force chased by despair Reaches closer Departs further Lights up The flame of life That barely lit Soon burns out Burns out