No one will shed a tear with frozen souls and darkened eyes

We're marching to the point of no return 

No sorrow strong enough to tear apart our bleeding hearts



Not searching for a peace in heaven

No one will ever shed a tear



With my hands raised to the sky

We will not wait for someone to decide

Our sober minds will face this barren truth

Not longing for distant paradise



This is the final levy from bleeding hands 

They will receive the final stroke from dying voices

They will hear the curse we whisper



While marching forward without intermission 

And tearing down the halls of the extorioner



Not searching for a peace in heaven

No one will ever shed a tear



With my hands raised to the sky

We will not wait for someone to decide

Our sober minds will face this barren truth

Not longing for distant paradise