A long time ago
The man though about peace
Men respecting each other
Just having peace in his soul
But it didn't happen
We're slaves of the fear
Carrying on the back
Centuries of sorrow and pain
The spirits burn on the fire
The souls don't fly in the sky
Fantastic darkness in the night
Is the beginning of the end
Instead of a sunshine
We fallen in blind
Misfortune and madness showing
That we're not good
For where went the hope
And happiness?
Where is the peace
And liberty?
The spirits burn on the fire
The souls don't fly in the sky
Fantastic darkness in the night
Is the beginning of the end
The world is darkness
Enclosured in hate and pain
The man makes his show
With the most dark face of the mind
