اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A bitter fate is calling
In the shadows of the night
All defences are falling
Still the masses follow the blind
On the trail of broken promises
Towards hatred and despair
Between ignorance and secrecy
The demise of men draws near
Welcome to the festival
Of deception and disguise
Come and take a seat in the first row
Acclaim the tyrants on their rise
In the silence of the morning
The machinery goes on
Still an hesitating whisper
Testifies we're not alone
Like the water down the river
Our time is flowing away
And you cannot stem its bleeding
On its way to our decay
Welcome to the masquerade,
Can you separate sheep from wolves
Do really think you can free yourself
From the grip that power holds
On you
We are protected from misery
Our life is perfect harmony
Enjoy your freedom, to be a slave
Subordinated, to the grave
