The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth

One god becomes a million and then they all become fraud

Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the lord

Kneel down for the hero, kneel down for the sword

Masses turn marches, youth-clashes crusades

The rabble's left for the soldiers and the sluts for the maids



A whole world

A whole world

A whole world

If a cause is false, it is at least a cause

The faith in a lord is its own reward

A whole world



And in the corner of eye I see the plains Waco

I can see Jones in the jungle and youth marching in Berlin

I can see truth resurrected by lies and by force

I see a thousand new heroes raging a thousand new wars

I see believe in conspiracies some of old and some are new

Making order out of chaos but then blood is coming through

And the vision is blurred and the world is consumed

By roaring skies and the world is entombed



A whole world

A whole world

A whole world

If a cause is false, it is at least a cause

The faith in a lord is its own reward

A whole world



A whole world

A whole world

A whole world

It's the blood of our youth that must be sacrificed

So the evil of freedom can be exorcised