You'd better not to ask why our world is wicked,
Why are the heroes weak and their glory bleak?
What will be next that will die out?
Maybe its love? It is about to.
Where are the humans worth of living,
They live by taking, never giving.
I'd rather think that I am dreaming...
Is piece of metal worth of killing?!
Where is the truth? Where is the mind?
Look at our youth they are just blind.
What does this world have stored for them?
More drugs, more more violence and then
When breaking them in early age
The Street puts them in rusty cage.
They are its slaves without own fate...
Is thats their fault - be full of hate?...
But there are those who will oppose,
They turn the balance as they rose
Against the darkness and the evil.
The sword is wisdom, shield is Hope.
The world is waiting for retrieval.
Those carrying Light will never stop.
