Paroles de The New Renaissance

Forcing us into a cell of isolation Bending the way we feel with manipulation Tearing the bond to the Fundamental An altered state of hollow pretension But we will rise above all expectations We're gonna fly, fly, fly the flag Of the New Renaissance Try to run us down with falsifications Sucking our lives into their deteriorations Calling us weak for believing in the true God We laugh in the face of lucifer's stronghold Accentuate the art of life with passion We're gonna fly, fly, fly the flag Of the New Renaissance Double standards may run with blades But I won't falter I only have one face We're gonna fly, fly, fly the flag Of the New Renaissance