| He wakes, the celebrating is done | 
| Still he silently screams | 
| Alone, alone, lost on silent street | 
| He sits, motionless, in his corner | 
| Head in hands, disbelieving | 
| The shame, the shame | 
| A cost he cannot meet | 
| And so nobody takes his side | 
| No, nobody saves his life | 
| 2,000 years from now | 
| What’ll the history tell? | 
| Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell | 
| 2,000 years from now | 
| What’ll the history show? | 
| Mankind destroyed itself, oh no! | 
| The gun, shooting-stick and the collar | 
| Fog the eye of his dreams | 
| Alone, alone, nothing’s what it seems | 
| And no, nobody takes his side | 
| And no, nobody saves his life | 
| 2,000 years from now | 
| What’ll the history tell? | 
| Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell | 
| 2,000 years from now | 
| What’ll the history show? | 
| Mankind destroyed itself, oh no! | 
| He runs, breaking out of his cover | 
| Shaking free of his chains | 
| Crawls, he falls, motionless again | 
| And so nobody takes his side | 
| And no, nobody saves his life | 
| 2,000 years from now | 
| What’ll the history tell? | 
| Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell | 
| 2,000 years from now | 
| What’ll the history show? | 
| Mankind destroyed itself, oh no! | 
| (2,000 years from now) | 
| (What'll the history tell?) | 
| (Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell) | 
| (2,000 years from now) | 
| (What'll the history show?) | 
| (Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!) | 
| (2,000 years from now) | 
| (What'll the history tell?) | 
| (Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell) | 
| (2,000 years from now) | 
| (What'll the history show?) | 
| (Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!) |