Nightrage

Beyond this grim reality
A fighting spirit his own rules
Staring at the peaceful borders of sanity
Rebirth of the dead tears
Playing with each moment
Indulging in reveries
With every little rise
And fall of the leaves
Every vision transformed into reality
A touch of bitterness propiliates
The path of honour is open
Nevermore grief and agony
The persevering hopes of the past are not only fake dreams

The war is finished
The enemy crushed
With a jubilant cry
The war is finished
Everybody at last knows the truth

Our liberties and dignity will never trample again
The smile returned to our hearts, the sub humans go into hiding
Woe to the vanguished
Beyond the grim reality
A fighting spirit followed his own rules
Staring at the peaceful borders of sanity
Rebirth of the dead ideas
The path of honour is open
Nevermore grief and agony
The perserving hopes of the past are not only fake dreams