Angels of the war

Hurting someone is bad,
And what awaits them for sure is not peace,
One day it will come,
From the sky or by land. Humans or angels,
Or whoever wants to think, In love, in peace, again.
Stories are what I hear most,
And so they tell me they want peace,
Bodies over bodies are worth more.
And the worst thing is to feel this pain, It's hearing voices that echo from the earth,
Ôôô, ôôôô, ôôôôô, ôôôôôô
Ôôô, ôôôô, ôôôôô, ôôôôôô
Don't cry anymore,
They think it doesn't matter, Having to escape death, Be strong at last. Don't cry anymore, They think it doesn't matter, dress up as angels,
Angels of the end, angels of the end, angels of the end...
Ôôô, ôôôô, ôôôôô, ôôôôôô
Ôôô, ôôôô, ôôôôô, ôôôôôô