Blasted, destroyed, all brought to ashes Blackness in the sky The lust for riches and power Of one man brought the Demise of almost all life All but few children survived On their shoulders the hope lies To hold up they strive
Whatever out fortune We strain 'till we stand no more Whatever out fortune We're bound to the core
He looks outside from his death bed Calls his son and cries Begs him to repair his damage To forgive his sins, he Ravaged nature with opression He gives out and leaves his child With a mission in mind
Come rain or shine You just keep on breathing Block the sounds of suicide
