Burnin' card, is hard to play What happens after upset, and make everything bitter Reason seems so far, barred is the door Clench your fist, in a thick darkness While feelin' that your soul doesn't root into lie (into lie) Our freedom has golden wings, and make us sacrilegious Two paths I found through the wood And I chose the less beaten one Choose the damned path, you'll be damned too Banished by temporal power Cutting your wings, annihilating your soul Choose the damned path, and you'll be damned too Watchin' an ancient dawn a man saw his truth And showed it to a world which had eyes into lie He was called liar, and his spirit was stoned Hurt but still alive his spirit survives That spirit survived throughout ages (and now live in us)