Kärpästen herra [English translation]

Today I walk with very even steps

Yet, I'm breathing all too deep

I could turn around still, go back home

But that would be giving up

What if I carried my own weight today

So I was thinking

And would God truly strike them down, when someone here gives you a kick in the head?

And who really would listen, When all nights are spent crying for sleep?

Just hit me once more, I'll stay quiet, keep quiet

The Lord of the Flies is facing me, piercing through my head

Now fifteen years later

Here to this grim concrete yard I have returned

The clock is still, like it was still back when idiocy had its hold here

But I am the person who survived

Even that

And would God truly strike them down, those who rule with fear?

Would someone really listen, and who's to break this cycle?

For the last time I lie on the ground, put up my fists

The Lord of the Flies falls apart, I take a step up

And would God truly strike them down, those who rule with fear?

Would someone really listen, when all nights are spent crying for sleep?

For the last time I lie on the ground, put up my fists

The Lord of the Flies falls apart, I take a step up

I'm getting up

I'm getting up

I'm getting up