Ways you never walked before
in times you´ve never been
sounds you never heard before
and you see
scenes you´ve never seen

Silhouettes of black at the horizon
so faceless, cold and cruel
spectators of your decline
they will go home, you won´t return

All you´ve got, all you ever needed
means nothing on this way
world of sand is breaking down your ...
between your hands
now the crowd is coming to see you dying
on your execution day

You´ve always been a thorn in their
unforgiving eyes
so they blow you away
this day they´ll get the reward, for their
endless hate on your execution day