when the sun starts shining up
and all men wake from there nap
when the birds of sky all sing
and the death stops from its sting
then the peace will stay as is
and the roten stinch will sees


the humen race will no more run
it will try to face your gun
if your bullets show there face
our mighty arm will stop there pace
we are happy if we die
because we die to show your lie


the only reason you will live
is becouse mercy we you give
if you die in our own grip
the guilt will hunt us in our sleep
the only thing thast left to do
is make the dreams of men come true