Arkan Sweet Opium
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)
