Times are changing, actions and consequences, white becomes black. And home becomes a grave, Will it feel like home tomorrow? Times are changing, home becomes a grave. It is our home, it is a planet, it will be our common grave. We call this our home, We call this our planet, For every fault there is a price, you have to pay. You have to pay the price. High or low, the sum is what counts. High or low. It is our home, it is a planet, it will be our common grave. For every fault there is a price to pay, a price to pay. No way out, no hideaway, no light, ‘cause light turns into darkness. Will it feel like home tomorrow? Will we lose our home? The planet becomes a wasteland, a species lost in the universe. Life turns to death. Mankind is nothing, mankind is rotten.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.