A bitter fate is calling In the shadows of the night All defences are falling Still the masses follow the blind On the trail of broken promises Towards hatred and despair Between ignorance and secrecy The demise of men draws near
Welcome to the festival Of deception and disguise Come and take a seat in the first row Acclaim the tyrants on their rise
In the silence of the morning The machinery goes on Still an hesitating whisper Testifies we're not alone Like the water down the river Our time is flowing away And you cannot stem its bleeding On its way to our decay
Welcome to the masquerade, Can you separate sheep from wolves Do really think you can free yourself From the grip that power holds On you
We are protected from misery Our life is perfect harmony Enjoy your freedom, to be a slave Subordinated, to the grave