Pines are moving
Whispering wind
Darkness coming
Let's reach the peak
Feet are bleeding
Rocks cutting me
Mountain's calling
To let me free
I'll be the chosen one
Waiting for the sun
These hands are getting completely numb
What have we done?
Stubborn men
They keep going mad
Killing plants
And all of their lands
Without a plan
And with their clean hands
They wait the end
Still keeping this trend
Can't you see, this killing spree
From woods to seas, in eternity
Don't you feel, it's getting real
What's the deal, in this ideal?
I'll be the damaged one
By this brutal gun
I am the last to run
Becoming the Earth's son
I'll be the chosen one
Waiting for the Sun
These hands are getting f*cking numb
What have we done?