We are slaves in the hands of fate From the cradle to the grave Sense of freedom is made of false Illusions of hope We are slaves in the hands of fate From the cradle to the grave Sense of freedom is made of false Illusions of hope Now the time has come little child Come along with me for a while Climb the mountain high to the ruins Up there I will tell you the truth We are alone Nobody cares for us oh anymore We are the hopeless souls Where do we go? We are slaves in the hands of fate From the cradle to the grave Sense of freedom is made of false Illusions of hope All around you see the decay Everything is fading away War, disaster, fatal disease Rape the lands and poison the seas We are alone Nobody cares for us oh anymore We are the hopeless souls Where do we go? We are slaves in the hands of fate From the cradle to the grave Sense of freedom is made of false Illusions of hope ---- Something I never understand Who decides on life and d**h Day by day when a newborn dies Nobody hears our cries You, my boy, do you hear my word Welcome to the real world We are dust in the endless space Fallin' away from grace We are slaves We are slaves in the hands of fate From the cradle to the grave Sense of freedom is made of false Illusions of hope Sometimes Fate is the name of those Who are chosen to destroy They can k** in a thousand ways In their power games Fallin' away Fallin' away We are alone Fallin' away from grace