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 in the hands of fate
From the cradle to the grave
Sense of freedom is made of false

Illusions of hope

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