The farthest of the days and 

Farthest of the nights

Those ballads of men

Sung by the land of heroes

It echoed up above the mountains

And deep below the mines

Grumbling over the horizon.

But could that be the reason to smile?

It's all over the globe

Some for the hatred and

Some for wealth

Split by the greedy walls

Wars swiped their hopes

Their love and life grimed

Wrecked by fear and bloodshed

Togetherness been a dream, but

Some build wacky dreams over the dead

Never their pain nor their regrets reached 

The glossy walls of heavenly gods

It never cherished, though,

Let there be a slogan

The ones of wisdom and tranquility.