Risen from the ashes, the ashes of the dreams you burned
So many wars these eyes have seen
So many agonies my soul went through
I died with them so many years ago
Just in darkness my eyes see the world
There is nothing more to lose

Forlorn in desperation, the [bad word] of your power
world of slaves and servants - the only aim [bad word] them all
Punishment to nonconformists, death and terror to the upright ones

Coups and interventions, nothing will be uncontrolled
My life against your reign
final judgement will be given [bad word] with me, this is the end

time [bad word] for all of you
To harvest the storm
My blood will drown your flame of greed
The time [bad word] for you:
To harvest the storm

No single tear, no single scream
silent smile - the time is now
moment of redemption
The time [bad word] :
To harvest the storm