Thousand years lost in easily Old Man controlling all kind of destiny Thirsty for wealth He slash his flesh till the bones Sell his soul and his freedom To take back his black kings crown We are fools if (we think it will better!) Cause they dont worry (what really matters!) Just who knowns our needs (are you and we! Fall humanity!) Are we waiting for the end or a new beginning Dark still be our days Owness wont return And our names, bodies and blood Guided by our own thoughts All those worships and prays for nothing All the hate of Old Man fell on us Like the wrath of the Gods!