Ref. We are slaves in the hands of fate, From the cradle to the grave. Sense of freedom is made of false. Illusions of hope. /x2
Now the time has come little child, Come along with me for a while. Climb the mountain high to the ruins, Up there I will tell you the truth.
We are alone. Nobody cares for us oh anymore. We are the hopeless souls. Where do we go?
Ref. We are slaves in the hands of fate, From the cradle to the grave. Sense of freedom is made of false. Illusions of hope.
All around you see the decay, Everything is fading away. War, disaster, fatal disease, Rape the lands and poison the seas.
We are alone. Nobody cares for us oh anymore. We are the hopeless souls. Where do we go?
Ref. We are slaves in the hands of fate, From the cradle to the grave. Sense of freedom is made of false. Illusions of hope.
Something I never understand, Who decides on life and death. Day by day when a newborn dies, Nobody hears our cries.
You, my boy, do you hear my word, Welcome to the real world. We are dust in the endless space, Fallin' away from grace.
We are slaves...
Ref. We are slaves in the hands of fate, From the cradle to the grave. Sense of freedom is made of false. Illusions of hope.
Sometimes Fate is the name of those, Who are chosen to destroy. They can kill in a thousand ways, In their power games.
Fallin' away... Fallin' away... We are alone... Fallin' away from grace...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
