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.
No right side of war, there's no right side of war.