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