Fallen men You're flogging a dead horse But your turn will come No, there are no backdoors, You're a ghost on the run Take a red pill and my hand, We'll never face the rising sun We are fallen men my friend And a friend will let you down We are fallen men In the pulse of misfortune We will rise again From the ash into change You're killing the wronf one, Well, you're sick of life (in vain) No, there will be no sun And no chance to rise (again) Losing games at midnight For the price of life We dream of love at first sight And of ancient rites We are fallen men In the pulse of misfortune We will rise again From the ash into change