C'mon brother, wake up and feel your disease,
rise up out of this place.
Take my hand and i'll lead you through this barren wasteland,
this lifeless decay.
...
Brothers of a distant land,
why have you stained our golden sand?
Is it not freedom for which you proudly stand?
Then why can't we walk hand in hand?
...
A sense of detachment now a little unsure
the remedy is near but you can't find the cure.
Vainly you attempt to weaken the walls,
to plunder the city, to walk through the halls.
...
Overcome
C'mon brother, wake up and feel your disease,
rise up out of this place.
Take my hand and i'll lead you through this barren wasteland,
this lifeless decay.
We'll build a new life and keep the stars as our company,
in the universal sea.
And in this oasis their dying faces shall see,
that we beat the disease.