The Dream Is Dead

One voice, one power, the people's will arose,

Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down

A supreme blooded pestilence once more

Under the same dawn advocates of wealth and freedom spread their words like prophets do

Bring them down! Down to their knees! Down to this greed!

Fooling us again, while our screams not even silenced

This rage has been a weapon, but our hope will bring the doom

So many times I prayed:, so many times I died!

We burst the chains

And now we should be on our own, but the fear of tomorrow

Will drive you to their arms again

The golden age we're celebrating creeps out of the womb of the same old lie

A child of tyranny and hatred

A heaven for the chosen few