Architects of the apocalypse Architects of the apocalypse Greed and addiction drowned their pity Washed away their thoughts of compassion and regret
Deceived of all your dreams Betrayed by all your leaders This shall no place to be This, a dead-end future Take a walk through grey, concrete deserts
Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out And no one, just no one, no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the final ones
lost In the abyss between the worlds They all averted their eyes A home behind the enemy's lines They raped and burned our fatherland We know that nothing shall
You who live safe In your warm houses, You who find, returning in the evening, Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if this is a man Who works in the
Nothing but pain, nothing but anguish Depriving me of mercy, refusing all compassion These bare walls around me My prison, my dungeon Deliver me to ransom
emptiness fulfills my days Emptiness fulfills my days On my own A dying ember Nothing to live for, nothing to fight for An emptiness fulfills my days Shall
Irresponsible and unreflecting Displacing human sense into the afterworld Running after faint beliefs, where you just have to feel Conceive suspicion
darkened eyes We`re marching to the point of no return No sorrow strong enough to Tear apart our bleeding hearts again Not searching for a peace in heaven
How can I smile as this age dies, like everybody else Dancing around the fire, that burns this world the fire, that burns this world
Their shadows burnt into the walls So many lives reduced to ashes So many homes razed to the ground A shine like from a thousand suns Betrayed by their
One voice, one power, the people's will arose, Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down A supreme blooded pestilence once more Under the
Here we are, waiting for the storm. Here we are, waiting for the storm to come. We know this world will drown in blood. Last days of May, this spring
kill their needs A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself Poets became silent, While clowns arose and burned the books again No
Words, these words of freedom; A bequest, never to be silenced. A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... In this world of lies, the truth - it
Unrelenting, their endeavor to rule lives Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more Narrow minded mercenaries
False prophets rule your life! The whole world absorbed by the darkness in your heart Only flames of sorrow light your way through the night Your hands
