Thousand years lost in easily
Old Man controlling all kind of destiny
Thirsty for wealth
He slash his flesh till the bones
Sell his soul and his freedom
To take back his black kings crown

We are fools if (we think it will better!)
Cause they dont worry (what really matters!)
Just who knowns our needs
(are you and we! Fall humanity!)
Are we waiting for the end or a new beginning

Dark still be our days
Owness wont return
And our names, bodies and blood
Guided by our own thoughts
All those worships and prays for nothing
All the hate of Old Man fell on us
Like the wrath of the Gods!