OK my friend Are you ready to hear How people are plugging In the loath of fear How sense is getting In to bloody slaughter How thoughts are swimming In the rusty water Leaving your hopes and your dreams This world is sick Lie is a rule Words in essence are empty Age is sad and cruel Great becomes petty Biting the air Milling the wind Nobody cares Nobody needs Living like a weed Sucking mercy's sap Tilting a windmill Getting into trap They are tempting fate Gallows are ready The gates of the hatred Are opened and baity Find the way Look into your soul Kill inside your state Exterminate for foul Close your eyes Clench your fists Free your wrists from chain Harness you steed And believe Rush by the sky In the Wain