The Moon and the Stars have one aim,
For they do not fight for fame
their home is the sky,
They never fight, ever pondered why?
Unlike the Moon and the Stars,
We do not have one aim
We kill each other in mere fallacy wars,
and die over futile fame.
The Moon and the Stars
lighten up the dusky, swarthy night.
We perform ruthless wars,
bloodshed and reckless fights.
Lustre and shimmer, they cause to their home and earth,
they swipe away the darkness.
Sword and guns define our pride and worth,
We push our own homes in the grave of darkness.