We are an army ready to take back our pride
We're crossing out the limits of this city lines
A civil war is raising, emerging from the scars
Of every single victim of the baphomet boulevard.
Below this headquarter we're still alive
Standing tall, the weapons raise a new mankind
Our fears got erased, our souls are not for sale
On the idiot cheap market of the baphomet boulevard.
We lost our loved ones
We lost our rights
They took from us the freedom
But we have to fight.
We have no fear
We have no more patience
We have no chains
We have no control.