Cruel assassins are burning the world
Black wings are taking the contaminated sun
It's genetic return, high up in depressing life
For each your step
Thousands of being are paying
Worlds justice on the front lines
Has killed my friends
We are all touched by sickness of blindness
In the green valleys
On the peaks of mountains
On the cross of Christ
I can see just fire avalanche
Aggression - in my eyes
Regression - in my hands
Tell me how it looks from above
Desperately in need for the first flower
Desperately in need for the wilderness
It seems that no one cares at all
Your burning bush had to be burned out
And there is one place where we still can go
Your bloody fingers won't reach me there