| Who are you, and what have you become?
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Another day and you’ll win the race
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Who are you, and what have you become?
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Another day and you’ll find your place
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Another rise to power, no matter who or when
|
| And we will know of our freedom never again, never again
|
| A common thread of distance in the hearts of men
|
| And we’ll have love for our brothers never again, never again
|
| We are all the victims of a will to overcome
|
| A will to overcome
|
| How far we’ve gone out of touch…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| You can’t justify it…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| To erase away all that we’ve become
|
| They can’t see we’re all one
|
| A voice cries from underneath
|
| «Dark shepherd, strongly though you wield the staff
|
| You’re weakened by comfort
|
| There’s no way you’re prepared for what happens last.»
|
| Action/reaction, like an eye for an eye from our tribal days
|
| The lesser ones demand reaction
|
| You dare to challenge the one universal law that set you up to fall?
|
| Do you understand now why your days are numbered?
|
| The course of events were a riddle, a pause in time
|
| A search for the conclusion as we stood in line
|
| Honored our oppressors, and paid our fines
|
| Then all became clear as the ferocity inside began
|
| To hear the drums of war resound across the land
|
| Announcing the fate to shed blood upon the earth: it is ours
|
| Doomed to repeat our history
|
| There is more than one path to how things could be
|
| No time to question how, when or why
|
| We simply come together or die
|
| To a system of capitalist politicians, false face of a greater power
|
| Your empire will fall, bringing about the end of an era
|
| Warmongers, your bloodlust to conquer turns the moments of our lives
|
| Into a ticking timebomb before creation
|
| Counting down the days
|
| Rot in your graves
|
| How far we’ve gone out of touch…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| You can’t justify it…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| To erase away all that we’ve become
|
| To erase away all those we love
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| Who are you, and what have you become?
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Another day and you’ll win the race
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Who are you, and what have you become?
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Another day and you’ll find your place
|
| A charming illusion, a source of confusion
|
| Another rise to power, no matter who or when
|
| And we will know of our freedom never again, never again
|
| A common thread of distance in the hearts of men
|
| And we’ll have love for our brothers never again, never again
|
| We are all the victims of a will to overcome
|
| A will to overcome
|
| How far we’ve gone out of touch…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| You can’t justify it…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| To erase away all that we’ve become
|
| They can’t see we’re all one
|
| A voice cries from underneath
|
| «Dark shepherd, strongly though you wield the staff
|
| You’re weakened by comfort
|
| There’s no way you’re prepared for what happens last.»
|
| Action/reaction, like an eye for an eye from our tribal days
|
| The lesser ones demand reaction
|
| You dare to challenge the one universal law that set you up to fall?
|
| Do you understand now why your days are numbered?
|
| The course of events were a riddle, a pause in time
|
| A search for the conclusion as we stood in line
|
| Honored our oppressors, and paid our fines
|
| Then all became clear as the ferocity inside began
|
| To hear the drums of war resound across the land
|
| Announcing the fate to shed blood upon the earth: it is ours
|
| Doomed to repeat our history
|
| There is more than one path to how things could be
|
| No time to question how, when or why
|
| We simply come together or die
|
| To a system of capitalist politicians, false face of a greater power
|
| Your empire will fall, bringing about the end of an era
|
| Warmongers, your bloodlust to conquer turns the moments of our lives
|
| Into a ticking timebomb before creation
|
| Counting down the days
|
| Rot in your graves
|
| How far we’ve gone out of touch…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| You can’t justify it…
|
| There’s no right side of war, there’s no right side of war
|
| No right side of war, there’s no right side of war. |
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