We live in a world plunged in violence
some people play a game obscured by dense smoke
everyone of us is a pawn of their aims
and to survive I don`t have a good chance
players are on line, waiting for start
possessed by passion, dial out the cards
the chessmen onboard looking afraid
they really don`t know what to expect

it doesn`t matter which is the game
it doesn`t matter which is its name
we are losing it anyway
the winners are always the same
I don`t have the right to vote for my fate
but what can I do? It`s already too late
I feel like a toy, a "hero" of fools
and people around me are nobody`s tools

I can`t take anymore, my power is gone
I`m feeling that I`m too tired to fight
and it is time for me to decide
I have to get out of the game
my destiny I already rule with an iron hand
I reached the edge and found a door between the life and death
I feel no fear, I feel no pain. This is my end
flying into the light, the helpless days I`ll never forget

now I`m out of the game. Already I see
the angels of death flying with me
now I`m out of reach. The closed door is behind me