Original lyrics

EN

Soldiers of the fortune Looking for the kill Soldiers of the fortune They turn their backs They turn their backs at will Just a crying poet In a bed of thieves Searching for the label Trying to, trying to succeed Four thousand ladies marching Moving in for the kill Four thousand ladies watching As that cold-hearted rocker's Still inside of you Through their eyes of wisdom Through their eyes you see Through their eyes of wisdom You turn to look, you turn to look at me Just another chapter Waiting on the verse It turns itself to laughter It turns into, it turns into a curse It's such a hard road to follow With a scepter in your hand It's such a hard road