You ask a simple question:
Who rises when they've fallen,
Who lives a life and tries to survive?

Every man before he dies
Shall see devil in this live
Burn in the middle of black line.

When the white sky turns to black
And heaven falls down the hell,
My dark side is calling back
My wishing well.

Flying free on nightmare wings
As a sinner I live to win
I keep falling till the end
I'm just a man.

We all need enemies
We all need our nemesis
And we need someone to hate.

Bringing down the enemies
Living in our fantasy
Everything we need from this fate.

When the white sky turns to black
And heaven falls down the hell,
My dark side is calling back
My wishing well.

I'm a wrong man in a bad land,
Where many good men failed
I'll take pleasure from your pain
I'm just a man.