From the highest part of their towers made by gold The mighty ones observe with satisfaction the ending of the world They're engaged to show to lenses matching ties and smiling faces Or, at the most, to shake their hands with the ones of their worst enemies But they're not the ones who will lose their life across the streets Too much young men will be ready to do it instead of them But, from their candour, they are leaving out an important thing They're handled by their enemies Between the dust and through the clouds You will see the people dying And the blood that they shed to fight for this world Will mark forever these words in the sky "The last goddess will not have to die!" But history repeats itself another time So now I ask myself "But doesn't should be better If all these damned wars were be fought By the dorks that give rise to them?" Bodies now are lying upon the sidewalks without life I've seen my generation broken off forevermore So what could have been their last thoughts before the end? "I didn't do it to finish so, but to have not stand no more" But now they cannot think no more 'Cause maybe someone stopped them Between the dust and through the clouds You will see the people dying And the blood that they shed to fight for this world Will mark forever these words in the sky "The last goddess will not have to die!"