A long time ago The man though about peace Men respecting each other Just having peace in his soul But it didn't happen We're slaves of the fear Carrying on the back Centuries of sorrow and pain The spirits burn on the fire The souls don't fly in the sky Fantastic darkness in the night Is the beginning of the end Instead of a sunshine We fallen in blind Misfortune and madness showing That we're not good For where went the hope And happiness? Where is the peace And liberty? The spirits burn on the fire The souls don't fly in the sky Fantastic darkness in the night Is the beginning of the end The world is darkness Enclosured in hate and pain The man makes his show With the most dark face of the mind