Surrounded by stone walls
Led by the crown
Children of cold hails
Always going down

Illusion of freedom
Hanging by a rope
Numbers are preaching
When dignities are sold

There is no way out
No hideaway
Faceless crusaders
Shape the final frame

Illusion of freedom
Hanging by a rope
Millions of rivers
But they all lead to same

Mask of damnation
No way out from the fatal disorder
Damnation is falling - The bastion of power
No way out from the fatal disorder
Damnation is calling - The prophecy of the final hour

No way out from the fatal disorder
Damnation is failing - The bastion of power
No way out from the fatal disorder
Damnation is calling - The prophecy of the final hour