There's no pain in this world
There's no science that rapes the soul
There's no tear in the eyes of a man
Disembodied is the thorn of existence

There aren't men that crucify men
There aren't guns that kill children
There aren't mothers' cries for the war
There aren't stares closed behind a wall

Are you without a soul
Mot believing is only a lie
These wings are now real
To rise again and reach the sky

In the final awakening

In this world there is no individuality
On this path there's no reality
In this world You're like a god
Who cries for those in rivers of love