Misery Path
We sail across the sea
In our thoughts we float over mountains
All this vanity that we could hide the truth
The truth is to be alive
And to live your life in fear by hate
And create our own gods
We all ourselves are created
Our own images
Ourselves we are created
Our own gods
In the misty morning when the sun is rising
When the whole sky is red like blood
Man can realize the real meaning of life
To love and respect your life
Your salvation
Or is just your damnation