Somewhere on a border

forced to march in line and order

looo men in greedy hands



Lured with hope for future

pressed in contracts

leaving them no chance

but to leave their land



They're nameless young men

bleeding their hands

on the edge of life

and they feel the hate

treated like slaves



There's a shanty village

where they are folded in dirt

dirt and a mess



intimidations breaking

the free will of men

free will of men

free will of men



Stranger

Stranger from a foreign land

(repeat)



Somewhere in a office

noble looking and expensive

accepted by a corrupt state



Stranger

Stranger from a foreign land

(repeat)



Locked in a cage

tied with invisible chains

on iron walls of pain

faces expressing their torture

denying their age

1000 years

reflected in mirrors of eyes

and brainflowing rage

a rage crushing in fragments

past recorgnition their mind



Stranger

Stranger from a foreign land

Stranger

Stranger from a foreign land

(repeat)