We raise new golden sunrises
'Cause we've created our new Roman empire
Tell me about two great indigents
Who play with fire and a temple.

Eyes of statues
They look with disgace and grief
Crowns and cards of others
With them we gain spaces
So far away from heaven.

Believe me if I beg you
We grew wickedly
We saw how innocent they looked
But we remained cold and cruel.

Still afraid to lose this game
Sophisticated mouths still blame
Whom to blame
If we all belonged to the same shit?

Everybody knows ugliness
But queens kill
For her thrones and pearls
While kings keep lives
Attempting wars, not peace
Don't they look like devil puppets?