How long?... Cuts between my eyes... How long?... I am waiting for the end The great last good-bye The sighing of the confused ones In the essence of a lie Kings of their own thrones A cut between my eyes My work is done the crowd is dead There's nothing left but lies And every kind of falling down Will be welcomed underneath my crown... I'll protect you from the world Outside there in this noisy cage Don't be angry, raise your head Our weapon will be rage All the faces wearing masks We'll cut them into stars Then as kings we'll get the unction The cure of thousand wars