No guild can say
Why the rulers always fail
Old old men pray quietly
No one thinks your war is wise
Revolution
Only the good mother trembles
Because all of your beings sense disaster
And outside you can hear voices talking
The old blessing seems lost
It's too late
Much too late
It's too late< br/>Much too late
It's too late...
... to give you the strength
... to defend yourself again
... to to face fear
... to subjugate your enemy
These are the fruits of your wrath
And will a man lift up his hand
To fight back, to live ?
Will someone scream at the top of their lungs
Before their freedom is stolen from them too?
Revolution

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