Reason of war

It's a game
Wheels of fortune are turnning
Black blood that runs through Mother Eath veins
Feeds the vampires which dwell in shadows of society

The legend crossed centuries
But few could see
Answers were written, painted, encraved in anywhere
Where any one cold see
But their spell blinded the eyes of poor victms of this insane game

In Medieval age
Knights genuflected by the king
dying fahters and sons on the battlefields
But over the crown there was the cross

Over the head there's the hand
which moves the pieces (and)
behind the hand there's the mind
Which command the game

But we are not mere chess pieces made of wood
We have a mind as they have

Life has invisible levels
Look to the pawn in the first line
And tell who they see in the otherside

They kill themselves for the glory of the one, which are hidden behind them. [2x]

What's he reason of war
Million dies for desire of one
Innocent souls dies without know the real meaning

Behind the courtains of this tragedy
Evil minds are laughing and drinking
Exposing theirsekves in one more charity dinner
For salvation of another poor tribe
there's no need the black blood that grows from their
unfortunated land.

What's he reason of war
Million dies for desire of one
Innocent souls dies without know the real meaning