I'm walking on the ashes
of chained and muzzled minds
i still feel the flames in moral
and misunderstanding
Self-determination
is still an offense
But our desire will forever
be higher than steeples
We have no other banner
than a deep black sky, and the gracious light of the stars and moon
on our way to freedom
The obstacles will fall, cause time is nothing more than the echo of chaos
Sensitivity is our book of revelation
we're writing pages in sabbath, in a magic language
we're alive, and we'll celebrate the rise of pleasure
and the unsubdued winds of a natural sedition
will finally blow all the chapels away...
of chained and muzzled minds
i still feel the flames in moral
and misunderstanding
Self-determination
is still an offense
But our desire will forever
be higher than steeples
We have no other banner
than a deep black sky, and the gracious light of the stars and moon
on our way to freedom
The obstacles will fall, cause time is nothing more than the echo of chaos
Sensitivity is our book of revelation
we're writing pages in sabbath, in a magic language
we're alive, and we'll celebrate the rise of pleasure
and the unsubdued winds of a natural sedition
will finally blow all the chapels away...