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