Inside an illusion where hope comes to die The lost and forsaken have started to cry The price of your freedom is measured in gold Selling your morals to salvage your soul? The notion of conquest invented in war We bleed for salvation and die by the sword The colour of love it is black like the sun Life is a battle that can not be won "You, and I can not be friends I burn the world, and burn it all again You, and I were never friends The symbols burn, all until the end" The sound of redemption a distant refrain An echo of gospels of prayers in vain We stagger and stumble forsaken by fate Victims of birth are united in hate Let me be your master if you are my slave We laugh at salvation and dance on their graves The colour of love it is black like the sun Life is a battle that can not be won