No one will take care That you're alone in here, No one wants to hear Choir of your painful scream, No one will ever realizes The spirit of your desires
Lonely children, scared of life, Try to face the blows of fate, They pretend to be grown up, Put their armor, take their swords
Trying to be brave and bold, Trying to survive alone, Trying to step forward, make Decisions on their way... Rusty armor, made of tin, Wooden swords in little Shaking hands... Alone they go... Through marked thorns They go through Field of ugly sandstorms
Alone goes to the East And alone they'll die Children of the day Wandering in night, Unprepared to live And so scared to die... Wooden swords in little shaking hands
Lonely children, scared of life, Try to face the blows of fate, They pretend to be grown up, Put their armor, take their swords
Lonely children, scared of life, Try to face the blows of fate, They pretend to be grown up, Put their armor, take their swords AUMGH! HA!
Trying to be brave and bold, Trying to survive alone, Trying to step forward, make Decisions on their way... Rusty armor, made of tin, Wooden swords in little Shaking hands... Alone they go... Through marked thorns They go through Field of ugly sandstorms
Alone going to the East And alone they suffer Children of the day Wandering in night, Unprepared to live And so scared to die... Wooden swords in little shaking hands