I'm still standing, thousands of years old
The wind is whistling on black deserts of coal
The ruins are waiting for invading souls
Vestige of glory, buried in a vault
Wasteland legacy, history carved on walls
Tragic destiny, wounds of ancient wars
Horizon detonates, birds fall from the sky
Fatal morning rays and death forever last
Fire rises, signs of time fade away
Now's the end of the game
Hope this time we'll be smart
Let's cross the fingers and go
Fire rises, signs of time fade away
All the pawns have been lost
We've been rolling the dice
Hope this time we'll be smart
Let's cross fingers and go
Sky moves, ground grooves
Wind, fields, roads yield
Should we engage ourselves
Should we devote ourselves
To find a brand new world
Can we afford a place to live,