And when we will kindle the sky
Whom to fire and whom to water
Onto the direction that has no ending
Onto a great sea which has no shore
And the flooding that yet to come
Without a prophet to warn
And there's no Arc here in the world
To preserve a life here for everyone
Is that the path of God
Or rather a propaganda to the mass
Which start every action
Always in the way of denial
Because of a pounding and soil
An Orphaned Land
And the statues which we've chosen
The faith which we've lost
What is the path of truth
Once the conscience is long dead
And do not say we didn't know
We didn't see we didn't hear
It will be over in a press
When the world will return to become a swamp
Is that the path of God
Or fairy tales or stories
Which start every action
Always in the way of denial
Because of a pounding and soil
An Orphaned Land
Because the sky has been kindled
Whos to fire whos to water
Onto a neverending direction
Onto a great sea that has no shore