The flocks of Iron birds Are tearing our sky Dark rippers Harbingers of death Visions of terror Reflected in children's eyes Dead and cold Like blade of a knife
We are born to be free But we live in a cage Nothing to lose Except the chains of hunger and fear We're behind the edge Of extinction Under iron yoke of tyrants
Until the flame Extincts in our eyes Again and again From ashes we rise
We fall like seeds to the ground And Mother washes Our corpses by tears And buries us at her own belly