I watched you from my wooden throne, live and letting live is easy, As long you wear the crown one will rise, one will fall Its always the same war and peace the oldest game Sacred visions – about a God of men In sleepy thoughts they die, Like victims in an opium den I set your dreams of peace ablaze your alliance, your future - A path into a another maze I passed moonlit fields, rows of gathered wheat Bushes stood like soldiers, the wind gave their hearts a beat Machines trampled down the land, Pathetic slaves stands still with nothing in their hands Our hearts tied to a stone, In front of roaring floods we choose to drown Legions of voices - shadows in a cage Blinded by choices, mightless turning page by page Have your ever walked through the wooden gates? Have you ever wondered why all beauty fades? Have you ever walked below oaken skies? Have your ever seen into dying eyes? Have you ever wished our end tonight? Have you ever tried to ressist the light? Have you ever witnessed the birth of time's demise? Have you ever ask were our freedom lies?