Behind The Scenery
response to solitude
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The age of strength is here at last
Driven by the intention to restore the past
A dark some tyrant veiled in a velvet robe
Hear his anthems of suppression, of honesty and hope
An archaic impulse to constitute
A modern instrument of force
To breed a autocratic solitude
A dynasty will be enforced
Proud to stalk on bloody paths
How helpless did we become
A capitalistic democracy
Elevated in its autocracy
A world on its knees
A liberty where no one´s free
Throughout all time and history
The tyrants fight against equality