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 Aggression