Again we rise, to gain control
 From the burnt out shell, of [bad word] world 

 [bad word] of civilisation 

 This world – once ripped apart
 Now as life – again shall start 

 Without thinking of our future generations
 Our world descends to apocalyptic wars
 Through desolate wastes of infernal devastation
 Man shall rise to take control once more 

 From the wreckage of civilisation
 Through [bad word] of this world
 Man shall rise to power
 And grow in strength once more
 But will man seek to destroy
 All that's been recreated
 Have we learnt through our suffering 

 Only time shall tell 

 Time shall tell