| We are slaves in the hands of fate | |
| From the cradle to the grave | |
| Sense of freedom is made of false | |
| Illusions of hope | |
| Now the time has come little child | |
| Come along with me for a while | |
| Climb the mountain high to the ruins | |
| Up there I will tell you the truth | |
| We are alone | |
| Nobody cares for us oh anymore | |
| We are the hopeless souls | |
| Where do we go? | |
| All around you see the decay | |
| Everything is fading away | |
| War, disaster, fatal disease | |
| Rape the lands and poison the seas | |
| Something I never understand | |
| Who decides on life and death | |
| Day by day when a newborn dies | |
| Nobody hears our cries | |
| You, my boy, do you hear my word | |
| Welcome to the real world | |
| We are dust in the endless space | |
| Fallin' away from grace | |
| We are slaves | |
| Sometimes Fate is the name of those | |
| Who are chosen to destroy | |
| They can kill in a thousand ways | |
| In their power games | |
| Fallin' away | |
| Fallin' away | |
| We are alone | |
| Fallin' away from grace |