Fighting for the bastards

Humans fighting to die. Nobody knows
Why to fight? Killing inocent person
That still want to live
No merly, no love, no change, no life

To be a fox not to see the flame
There are many ways
To be a fox not to see the flame

Humans crying to die
Tears of blood are brought by wind
Like raw sight from savage time
Where we must fight, for raw ideal
That does't belong to us

So everybody die for a cause that isn't theirs
The causers are free. But this won't change
Because somebody imagine self
That our real enemies
Are the bastards

Fighting for the bastards - bastards