Stand up straight and face your fate for those who's hopes you feed
What you embrace, shows its true face of ugliness and greed
A knife comes from behind and cuts the throats that cry for war
When history repeats itself it burns these hopes for sure
Another day, another night
By the next sunrise, will we get it right?
On the verge of war
Demons at your door
Now we turn the page
Into the endless age
By devouring its own children revolutions end
When all hopes are burned to ashes what's left now to defend?
On the verge of war
Demons at your door
Now we turn the page
Into the endless age
On the verge of war
Demons at your door
Now we turn the page
Into the endless age
On the verge of war
Stronger than before
Break out of this cage
Into the endless age

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