Seeing the scars of the battle
I almost feel dizzy
This is not only because of the burning sun
They say this town was made as a field only for th battle
So many skyscrapers
And everybody knows that
Each one of them is a spear and at the same time a shield
Far back in the past, man was trying to be God
And built a tower high enough to reach the sky
It, however, was broken down by the God
The Apostles
Those who have the names of the angels
They are faithful servants sent by the God
Human beings
Poor creatures
Why do they have to revel against God to satisfy their greed.
The scars of battle
A kind of dizziness, more like despair
I'm sure despair and death are waiting in the fututre
The human soul will never sing a song of the revival