In an age of corruption and despair We search for the healing hands life Dreams are not as they used to be Thousands of lies destroyed my will to carry on The evil spell came we´ll have No chance to rise So many years we tried to lead our lives To better times Better times are far away we´ll fight But it gets worse because of you His voice has called us We march for our god His voice betrayed us Autumn killed the trees of hope In a time where love doesn´t count We see just gold We can´t get enough The rich get richer the poor stay poor Nobody cares about your life So why should you Living for success means social suicide So many years we tried to lead Our lives to better times Better times are far away we´ll stand The forest they call life will die