The moon didn't come to the end of his night's journey
When someone's fists hammered at the capital's gate
There was nothing to open it - then possibly
The treachery old as mankind itself stood there
Thousands of dog soldiers, thousands of black jackals
Force is in prevalence, power is in the force
Tyranny shall be born once again
Tyranny shall be born once again
The human's calm and peace didn't come till morning
When someone's hands strangled it in the deepest sleep
There was nothing to defend against them - then really
The crescent shaped smile was behind all of it
Thousands of maniacs, thousands of malices
When from the strange one the blood really never flows
Tyranny shall be born once again
Tyranny shall be born once again
There is never anything to defend against them
The crescent shaped smile was behind all of it