Golden Age

Our will brought them down

By history drowned

To ruins their realm

All wail to my ear

Who wasted and spent countless lives on command

Now no more lords of the world

They who pursed-proud with power

Their wealth and their smell

Defeated by slaves

In our victory-hour

Rose to high like a child on a swing

Pomp pulled to hard at their wings

Used to ride the day

Through the lands of green,

Yet the land's turned grey

And the days cold and mean.

Escape reverie -

Wake up dead from your dream.

Has been gone a while,

Lies our way ahead.

Spare the ripened wine,

Drink stale water instead

Let them regret -

We'll take back what we had

That poor, dried out the land

Work hard on the soil

Work 'stead of rhyming

Rhyme 'stead of laughing

Laugh 'stead of rotting, nothing's forgotten

But we won't walk the road you descended

Used to ride the day ...

I saw a time full of grief with my own mortal eyes

Hold me tonight

Then let me tell 'bout the pain and an age that had died

Like they feel now, we had felt when we fell on the fields

Like they cry now, we'd cried when they broke our shields

Return and pay back for wounds never healed

We're free from guilt for they challenged their fate to be sealed

I saw a time full of violence and cruelty

Hold me maybe

Then let me tell how we rose, fought and died to be free

Fearless and fierce as possible as men can be

Righteous claims in our backs, with us morality

Would we have died in the dawn we'd have lived finally

We won't forgive our suppressers - Never!

We've sentenced them all to be trivial forever

They're dust on the water, by the wind turning

Rather drowning than burning

Separate the crossed Spartacus

From criminals, messiahs

Hold the true martyrs high as

For us they have died

A Golden Age to raise on the lost

In freedom of leaders and gods

We will ride our way

To the lands of green.

Lest until that day

We forget our dreams

For we're all slaves

Born with hearts to redeem

Trust the lines you've heard,

Hear the words I said.

Cease from eating dirt,

We drink ale instead

To the time we've had,

To a time coming

Back to a world which's not worth to be hold in esteem.