Lyrics
New horizons were given birth
By the endless path of those
Risen from the purity and nakedness
Of human nature
Poor man
How far can you go
With all that load
How long
Will you war against them all
What price does it take
To struggle those
Not of your kind
but of faith so blind
Great manifestation of human decline
A new day has made its face clearer to our sights
Like a storm cleansing the sky
And laid down a burden of tomorrows vagueness
Upon us
Poor man
How far have you gone with all that load
Have you cured the ignorant and numb
Was it worth to waste your time on them
Not of your kind
So who will be the first to show his demon inside
So who will be the one to lead by darkness and light
Great manifestation of human decline
A new day has made its face clearer to our sights
Like a storm cleansing the sky
And laid down a burden of tomorrows vagueness
Upon us
Low men
You'll never know the deeps
Why you bring me down
If only you re to be
Poor men
Not of my kind