Voltak - This Orphan Age

What if the beating stops inside
What to do when offsprings pass

I know of a manor where they can lurk
So they shall live on imprisoned

What a bad disease
Poor girl's deceased
Even the blind can see it's fake
They put her somewhere else
What a bad disease
Poor girl's deceased
It's lies and false and fake
She's in that orphanage

Hit by a wind, hit by a wind
Of adolescence
Hit by a wind, hit by a wind
Of adolescence we born again

In this orphan age
This orphan age
This orphan age
This orphan age

Visit the smallest who had to leave
'Such a great loss', so they say
Enter the fence rails, little one
The young live on 'till parents are gone

What a bad disease
Poor girl's deceased
It's lies and false and fake, she's in that orphanage

Hit by a wind, hit by a wind
Of adolescence
Hit by a wind, hit by a wind
Of adolescence we born again
Hit by a wind, hit by a wind (Hit by a wind)
Of adolescence
Hit by a wind, hit by a wind (Don't you see)
Of adolescence we born again (Again, again, again)

In this orphan age
This orphan age
This orphan age