Lyrics: Christoph Roth

Ghettoes for the old ones, cages to die
The children, our hope, just learning to lie
Cripples gased foes torn to bits
I do not hold with

Weaponless but hopefully
You and I – a refugee
Fleeing from the purgatory

Weaponless in sympathy
We enter on our legacy
Reflecting our memory

Crown of creation hold fast what you’ve found
Fight against the beings sharing your ground
To hell with what you think you can miss
I cannot hold with

Weaponless in harmony
We do believe in fantasy
A dream's to be reality

Weaponless in ecstasy
We listen to the symphony
Of love to be philosophy

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