We live in a world plunged in violence
Some people play a game obscured by dense smoke
Everyone of us is a pawn of their aims
And to survive I don't have a good chance
Players are on line, waiting for start
Possessed by passion, dial out the cards
The chessmen onboard looking afraid
They really don't know what to expect
It doesn't matter which is the game
It doesn't matter which is its name
We are losing it anyway
The winners are always the same
I don't have the right to vote for my fate
But what can I do? It's already too late
I feel like a toy, a “hero” of fools
And people around me are nobody's tools
I can't take anymore, my power is gone
I'm feeling that I'm too tired to fight
And it is time for me to decide
I have to get out of the game
My destiny I already rule with an iron hand
I reached the edge and found a door between the life and death
I feel no fear, I feel no pain. This is my end
Flying into the light, the helpless days I'll never forget
Now I'm out of the game. Already I see
The angels of death flying with me.
Now I'm out of reach. The closed door is behind me