Jawad Al Harake (30/3/1998 / Lebanon)

From hundreds of centuries ago
There was an island that was far to know
It was called Atlantis, or so the legend's told
Here's the story, so the truth behold

People were living in love and peace
'No evil shall unity and love cease'
That was the only law, forbidden to break
'If this law is broken, people will the evil awake'

Suddenly, in a sunny morning, shouts of hatred were heard
People became groups, just first and second, no third
Because of who saw the finest fish first, began the fight
They were no longer united, and so from nowhere appeared the divide

Holding their swords, they swung them with agility
They were like beasts slaying; They knew no amity
Heads rolled on ground, and blood was like heavy rain
The sky was red in rage, and the earth felt the betrayal and the pain

All standing stunned by the dark scene, they dropped their swords
They knew their guilt and felt the deepest remorse
But then it was late, they triggered the curse
They have awoken the evil of the whole universe

The dark sky rained thick blood
They all drowned with the island in the 'Red Flood'
Neither boats nor hands and legs helped when facing their fate
Breaking the law of life will certainly close its gate