Fate of salvation, you pathetic lie
Death paints destruction into everybody's lives
Leaving behind them far, far away
The ashes of everyone led astray

Those born with less, less than a chance
From odds they are up against
Masses to the west fleeing the stench of oppression

Anthems to ideals perverting man
An age old widespread sickness
Found in the snow and in the sand
We all keep on running
Yeah we all keep on running
Still we keep on running
But the plague stays right behind us anyway

Those born with less, less than a chance
From odds they are up against
Masses to the west fleeing the stench of oppression

Wastelands, war games, We keep giving blame
Classes, races, famine sadly just man
Sadly, just man
Only man

Though it's treacherous, forward we carry on
Through perilous wastelands in hope to find our way home
Are we left for dead? Are we space between the stars?
Are we standing still? I can't find it in my heart
Will you persevere with strength from an ideal of hope?
(With courage and pride)
We're coming home

Can you find the strength though you're torn apart?
You were left for dead, find it in your heart
Rise above this rage and their despotic gaze
And fight another day on this desolate and lonely road we're on
We never belonged on this desolate and lonely road we're on