In an age of corruption and despair

We search for the healing hands life

Dreams are not as they used to be

Thousands of lies destroyed my will to carry on



The evil spell came we'll have

No chance to rise

So many years we tried to lead our lives

To better times

Better times are far away we'll fight

But it gets worse because of you



His voice has called us

We march for our god

His voice betrayed us

Autumn killed the trees of hope



In a time where love doesn't count

We see just gold

We can't get enough

The rich get richer the poor stay poor

Nobody cares about your life

So why should you



Living for success means social suicide

So many years we tried to lead

Our lives to better times

Better times are far away we'll stand

The forest they call life will die