Farewell my land At the break of dawn We've fleed slaughter and toss Conflagration took our fortune and hope Now roads, this landscape never ends And the feeling that we're just bodies In falling rain and howling wind The fallen men, emaciated Struggle ahead In search of a reason to stand Another day of strain Glimmer of life demands a fuel to combust Madness of this World, the powermonger's choice Exploitation fever, grants controlled upheaval Orphans of the War, we, the broken throng Numbers of the trade, lives for gold and wealth Anguish of this World, the poverty ignored Like cannon fodder's prayers, words of hope unheard Rubble behind Our heritage and pride All the past rend with the hostile hands Further from ordeal, we run Further from ordeal, closer to oblivion Further from ordeal, we endure Further from ordeal, deeper into sorrow Turned into a cattle, we last We, the flock among the wolves