Slaves on the Run - Axel Rudi Pell

Working all day and all night in the heat and the storm

The sun turned black on the day they were born

The king gave 'em no reason to carry on

But torture and pain for those who remained strong

Runnin' in circles and almost blind

But not the only one of its kind

Slaves on the run

Even heaven cries

Slaves on the run

Another someone dies

Slaves on the run

Even heaven cries

Slaves on the run

Another someone dies

Someone dies

The slave drivers' tool are swords, whips and chains

There’s an easy way out of this dangerous game

They’re cryin' out for mercy on their way

Too late for them to recognize another day

Runnin' in circles and almost blind

But not the only one of its kind

Slaves on the run

Even heaven cries

Slaves on the run

Another someone dies

Slaves on the run

Even heaven cries

Slaves on the run

Another someone dies

Another someone dies

Slaves on the run

Even heaven cries

Slaves on the run

Another someone dies

Slaves on the run

Even heaven cries

Slaves on the run

Another someone dies

Another someone, someone dies

Slaves on the run

Slaves on the run

On the run