The echo in the night where the fears are. The wind in the mountains goes wild. The harvest in spring at the green fields. The poison of man has arrived. I scream to the oceans and seas That I don't want to pay the fee. And I've got to struggle today, And never be broken To carry on and create. The windows in castles are shaking. The owners, they feel something's wrong. The child in the mud simply ignores That what he's losing is zero, just nothing at all. I scream to the oceans and seas That I don't want to pay the fee. And I've got to struggle today, And don't stop till the end of the race, And climb all the highest dead cliffs, And never be broken To carry on and create.