Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars Centuries of strife and what was it all for
Because you’re oppressed doesn’t mean in time You can’t turn your coat and join them in their crime
The truth after the dream is not all that it seems The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be
Children armed with guns and teenaged widows mourn Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they’re born
Scream your rebel yells: You’ve got to die well for the cause Sense of self long lost while the revolution calls
The truth after the dream is not all that it seems The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be
Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they’re born
When the killing’s done, it’s all remained the same Power over people; pawns in the master game
The truth after the dream is not all that it seems The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be
Requiem
Victory or death for the glory of war in the name of the people and love of one’s country In the name of the people and love of one’s country? So passes the glory of the world Rest in peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
