Surrounded by stone walls Led by the crown Children of cold hails Always going down
Illusion of freedom Hanging by a rope Numbers are preaching When dignities are sold
There is no way out No hideaway Faceless crusaders Shape the final frame
Illusion of freedom Hanging by a rope Millions of rivers But they all lead to same
Mask of damnation No way out from the fatal disorder Damnation is falling - The bastion of power No way out from the fatal disorder Damnation is calling - The prophecy of the final hour
No way out from the fatal disorder Damnation is failing - The bastion of power No way out from the fatal disorder Damnation is calling - The prophecy of the final hour
