An ancient prophecy told by a wise men
pronounce a future of fire and d**h!
d**h will comes from the sky in a shining light
will be a scourge of the gods?
Fire in the sky! Fire in the sky!
all the village involved in fear
sealing windows and doors womans crying in despair
They called one sorcerer that talked to the gods
And asked how escape the curse
Fire in the sky! Fire in the sky!
“Master! Ancient and wise man in the tribe, what we cam do? One gift of blood is necessary? in praise of gods to stop the curse, the light in the sky…
We can offer in hecatomb our flocks….”
“No! some sheeps and goats will not calm the wrath of the gods!
They want something more precious…We must wet the ground with the blood of our children!
But master! Our children! No! Is not there some other way? The gods want that they die?
I say! I see! The gods want their blood! Or all the tribe will Perish in agony, hunger and decease!
Fire in the Sky!
Nobody die nobody turned blind
the comet will never bring a curse
when the sun rise all the tribe cry
in grief by the child’s d**h
The centuries pa** and science rise
But religions still k**ing people and keeping blind