The Invention of Good and Evil Pt.1 — Memories of Shame and Order

[Verse 1] The north wind howls aloud Across the endless steppe Beasts leave the trace of order Humans leave the trace of shame [Verse 2] The voice is low and deep The throat resounds in two lines One is the song of the ancestors One is the law of survival [Chorus] Share the fire, gather the grain Fear the shadow of disorder What was called the righteous path Was only a promise for tomorrow’s breath [Verse 3] Shame spreads like the beating drum Flows like the river’s stream One man’s fault tears down the clan One man’s courage builds it again [Chorus] Intent scatters like the wind Results remain like stone Famine was counted as sin Harvest was counted as virtue [Bridge] And people ask each other “What is good, and what is evil?” But answers kept on changing The answer was always with the side that survived [Verse 4] Morality was never the primal truth It was an invention, a spark of light To endure the coldest night Like a fire’s fragile warmth [Final Chorus] Morality is born anew each day At the tribal fire, in the shadowed granary Amid the roar of battlefields In the names of shame and order [Outro] And even today Another invention Seeks its birth within the dark