作曲 : B.D.Foxmoor
 作词 : B.D.Foxmoor
歌手：La Bruja Muerta
I'm sorry
I don't want to be uh an emperor. that's not my business.
 I don't want to rule or conquer anyone.
I should like to help everyone if possible
Jew, Gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each other's happiness,not by each other's misery.
We don't want to hate and despise one another.
You're dreams were stolen
and whatever joy you had left
and you fell down to your knees at once
You generously waste
all the good up to now things
you gave away the beautiful ones, you hurt
in remote places you put
remorses in the execution line
you point at the heart
Death! You casually
came this time as well
do what you were told! Don't ask!
In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich
and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful,
but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men's souls
has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed,but we have shut ourselves in.
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery, we need humanity.
More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
Life is just a game
how seriously did you take it!
Tomorrow became a thorn in your side
If you were told from the beginning
how cheap are the apparent things
you would have stopped asking
The times don't fit you anymore
how devious have the safe things become!
Be well wherever you may go
Millions of despairing men, women, and little children,
victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say,
do not despair.
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed
the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
 Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel!
Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
You are not machines, you are not cattle
you are men!