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