constant sense of vanity, we fall into this sickening void of chaos, systematically aligned to shape eternity we, the dry grains of sand of the cruel desert that's life we, the withered veins cowardly piercing the deafening silence we belong to the new millennium sweet horizons of madness slowly creeping through dissonant thoughts we never wanted to kneel in front of this cruel fate [Chorus] eyes turn to stone as the new sun appears will the mourn of our solitude fill me with pain? we are the sons of the new millennium our future is denied what was promised us won't exist anymore we are the products of the new millennium blank, sterile minds whose deafening lament cannot be sensed in this hollow world this hollow f**in' world! [Chorus] eyes turn to stone as the new sun appears we are drowning in our inner oceans of tears constant sense of vanity we fall into this sickening void we are the sons of the new millennium millennium we are closed in our lost existence under this cold black sun we are the abortions of the dissonant millennium