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