Never really matters if you're wrong or if you're right
You'll be judged by her in trial
Or if sometimes you see things black instead of white
Look out! They'll call you liar

Times are hard in our days
Make things wrong and they will cost
You've got to find other ways
Before they all turn into dust
And all your dreams are lost

When you always take and never-never give
Your fate soon will turn against you
Your life will end, no reason to live
You'll find no one to protect you

Times are hard in our days
Make things wrong and they will cost
You've got to find other ways
Before they all turn into dust
And all your dreams are lost

The daughter of the night is coming
Nemesis, the fear of justice
Don't you feel your fear already growing?