Somewhere on a border   forced to march in line and order   looo men in greedy hands   Lured with hope for future   pressed in contracts   leaving them no chance   but to leave their land   They're nameless young men   bleeding their hands   on the edge of life   and they feel the hate   treated like slaves   There's a shanty village   where they are folded in dirt   dirt and a mess   intimidations breaking   the free will of men   free will of men   free will of men   Stranger   Stranger from a foreign land   [repeat]   Somewhere in a office   noble looking and expensive   accepted by a corrupt state   Stranger   Stranger from a foreign land   [repeat]   Locked in a cage   tied with invisible chains   on iron walls of pain   faces expressing their torture   denying their age   1000 years   reflected in mirrors of eyes   and brain   flowing rage   a rage crushing in fragments   past recorgnition their mind   Stranger   Stranger from a foreign land   Stranger   Stranger from a foreign land   [repeat]