Standard (EADGBE)
Tribunal of senseless rabble
Built on fear and congruous prophesies
Twisting minds with planned hypocrisy
By the fools the clear're surrounded
Blind are deaf and deaf are blinded
Grant themselves the dream of destiny
Eternal path has not been "meant" for thee
The myth of fate you must tear by force
Get away!
Feel the taste of freedom, ride on wind
Let your mind see things world never seen
As you weed your life from the hope of fate
Find the way you shall within yourself