I see fists rising
Towards the beast they are pointing
Voice of nations muted
Start of a rebellion

Cant feel pain I'm wasted
My lovely home left devastated
Now joined army of freedom
Marching towards the demigod

Iron curtain falls
shadders to pieces
And their heads rise
Like A flower blooming

Now grew the wings of hatred
Act of war maybe I waited
Exact strike to the center
Fall of the tyrant

Iron curtain falls
shadders to pieces
And their heads rise
Like A flower blooming