Take off your hat to the leader of the rats Hurt as you feign admiration and acclaim Those who speak the truth hang on gallows in the wind For the rats can decide who is pure and who has sinned Save our souls – Who cares about tomorrow Save our souls – We’re stranded in sorrow We are the face of silence We raise our voices without a sound We are the face of silence Bury our future deep in the ground Gallantry and sympathy – Pretending what they’d like to be Annihilate those who still think and steer our world straight to the brink Follow the pied pipers tune – Your noble garb and silver spoon The tribune built for you to cheer – It all will burn and disappear We are the face of silence We raise our voices without a sound We are the face of silence Bury our future deep in the ground We are – We are, we are, we are, we are – Without future We are – We are, we are, we are, we are – Without future