Zaraza - Mark of the Infidel lyrics

I think you don't really understand There is no love, no cure, no helping hand We are alone and so forgotten We are alone and so destined to fail Fruitless endeavors, looking up to the heavens Will bring you only pain and betrayal I have been born with the infidel's mark To see our ugliness, that is my curse There is no plan, no master goal There is only our misery Of our own hands, so foul Foul What we've inherited we've already spent We borrow it now, an action so brutally narrow When we are gone our mother won't weep She will deeply sigh at last in relief I think you don't really understand There is no love, no cure, no helping hand We are alone and so forgotten We are alone and so destined to fail There is no plan, no master goal There is only our misery Of our own hands, so foul Foul