Eleven thousand degrees burning on our heads
Can you take the heat or do you clench your fist to the sky?
Where to run when the rays destroy
and where to run when the wells are dry?
We are only satisfied when the rain is pouring
We can only sleep when the moist is nourishing
The sun has spoiled our land, turned the wine to vinegar
The roots are rotting and the leafs are falling
Artificial culture saved our land, force-fed by human hands
Exhausting forces cannot resist the ongoing destruction of the planet
Drained illusions, endangered species,
the screams never reach the surface
God cries divine tears, wheeping from these human fears
The water is finally pouring down,
the solution in which we all drown
No more land to waste, no more tears to choke
An iccold breath meant the planet's death
In the end, we're running naked to the frost