Sweet Opium (Arkan)

Vision of a stranger before me Forced to face this sad reality The path seems definitively hopeless Ever giving way to madness Over the years we are struggling One against the other Feeding the seed of hate Dismissing tolerance Blood will flow for missing brothers Horizon darkens more than ever In front of vengeance's horrible face Death's shadow glides in the air (Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes homines)