Morte Al Dente

Born as a pure innocent creature
Still without influence on nature
No way to affect what is happening
The ominous future - not worht imaging

No possibility to influence his fate
Enough time to grow his giant hate
Growing up in a world without a future
Is like a certain kind of cruel torture

Barely born - Yet half dead
What bloody need have you to dread
Barely born - Yet half dead
Mourn and pray with drooping head

Your parents will teach how to survive
Condemned in the name of God for being alive
Already destroyed by the ancestors of your roots
Don't imagine a solution of your disputes

Religion is the last hope of finding a way out
Belief through war and conquest - No doubt
Perpetrated crimes against humanity
In a world that mocks our tragedy

He shall judge thy people with righteousness
And thy poor with judgment
The mountains shall bring peace to the people
He shall judge the poor of the people
He shall save the children of the needy
And shall break in pieces the oppressor
He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass
As showers that water the earth

The Earth's resources have used up
Inhumane living conditions set up
Dry, unplanted soil and starving people
Fighting for clean water is mostly lethal

Doomed since birth and no way to escape
Time is piling up, you struggle and scrape
Peace can no longer rest in your mind
The worst punishment in the history of mankind

Barely born - Yet half dead
What bloody need have you to dread
Barely born - Yet half dead
Mourn and pray with drooping head