War of Evolutions

For a hundred billion years now,
The war of evolutions rages on and on,
But the desired answer remains unfound,
As well as the meaning of all the color revolutions.
We fight to the death for truth,
But each has their own truth to hold,
Our sacrifices feed the fire:
But who is the master of that altar?

We all sacredly believe in Love,
In our souls, we preserve its purity,
But once again, blood is spilled in the streets,
And once again, they seek us, call us to war.
Where no one understands who is for whom,
But they all need our blood,
And they don't need the truth at all:
Here, everyone has their own truth...

In those merciless and fiercest battles,
By law, the strongest will prevail,
But it is not nature conducting this selection,
And the victims of those battles are thrown into the fire.
The shameless children of Judas who learned Shame,
Will build their temple upon our bones,
Which will be destroyed by us once again,
In the name of the false ideas of color revolutions.

For a hundred billion years now,
The war of evolutions rages on and on,
But the desired answer remains unfound,
As well as the meaning of all the color revolutions.
We fight to the death for truth,
But each has their own truth to hold,
Our sacrifices feed the fire:
But who is the master of that altar?