The paws of the demon evil mingled good and evil,
with the righteousness of a hungry wolf all is welcome.
People arched their backs in horror at the bite of a rumor,
The thought goes round in circles, aborted in defiance.
We talk without sound.
Chorus:
Tomorrow passes in black and white,
crawls back, wants yesterday's start.
The sick land gave birth to a tribe gone wild
dies without light.
Without light there is no way, no road. (x2)
Chorus:
Without light there is no way, no road. (x4)