Vivid landscapes are gone into the dawn Untimely fate forces the beauty to fall Smoke and devastation are the only alive Selfishness and indignation are in opposite sides And when the birds fly From the top of their burned homes Buildings and blackish skies Imperative alone For a while At hell confused with heaven Respect and glory are given So the distorters of the truth Maintain the ego full The human heart stands unpunished At the great halls The simian souls are treated with foolishness By the human law And when the birds fly From the top of their burned homes Buildings and blackish skies Imperative alone For a while Lords of mediocrity infected by the power Your deeds became our legend Disguised our civilization, the progress of our nation Burning our souls, selling out our creed away And when the birds fly From the top of their burned homes Buildings and blackish skies Imperative alone For a while