Lyrics

What will happen to us
Will there be another tomorrow
The terror of the holy power
Will be the cause of hate and sorrow

He wipes his spit-soaked hand over my sweet lips
His shadow turning light into lead like an eclipse
Eating away our lives in utter disgust
The image of ourselves fading away under the dust

O what is happening to my fate?

What’s to become of us
They will cast us among the dead
Gloom falls on our days
And the mighty rivers will colour red

He wipes his spit-soaked hand over my sweet lips
His shadow turning light into lead like an eclipse
Eating away our lives in utter disgust
The image of ourselves fading away under the dust

O what is happening to my fate?

What’s to become of us
They will cast us among the dead
Gloom falls on our days
And the mighty rivers will colour red