We are slaves in the hands of fate
 From the cradle to the grave
 Sense of freedom is made of false
 Illusions of hope

 Now the time [bad word] little child [bad word] along with me for a while
 Climb the mountain high to [bad word]  Up there I will tell you the [bad word] 
 We are alone
 Nobody cares for us oh anymore
 We are the hopeless souls
 Where do we go?

 All around you see the decay
 Everything is fading away
 War, disaster, fatal disease
 Rape the lands and poison the seas

 Something I never understand
 Who decides on life and death
 Day by day when a newborn dies
 Nobody hears our cries

 You, my boy, do you hear my word
 [bad word] to the real world
 We are dust in the endless space
 Fallin' away from grace

 We are slaves in the hands of fate
 From the cradle to the grave
 Sense of freedom is made of false
 Illusions of hope

 Sometimes Fate is the name of those
 Who are chosen to destroy
 They can kill in a thousand ways
 In their power games

 Fallin' away
 Fallin' away
 We are alone
 Fallin' away from grace