As I walk through
this wicked world,
searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself:
"Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?"

And as I walked on
through troubled times
my spirit gets so downhearted sometimes.
So where are the strong
and who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.

In Nomine [www.in-nomine.org]