Predetermined sky

In the heart of the land of creation
Grows a threat which cannot be healed
Efforts soar to restore generations
Grave results give this outbreak the nail

The growing devastation
Brings human extinction

This plague aims at our weakness
Predetermined sky

Cradles fall into pine for the mourning
Wailing cries blend endless each day
Poverty provides more than a lifestyle
Sympathy cannot cure disease

This plague aims at our weakness
Predetermined sky
This plague aims at our weakness
Predetermined sky, blind eye

Saw a man on the streets of Lusaka selling coffins to a passer by
How can we live in a world that lets millions die
How can we live with such a tragic side
How can we live in a world that lets the millions die,
That lets the millions cry,
That lets us agonize

Show us the way to terminate
Immersed in all our dust is the mother world