(the Sailor)

I pray for my soul,
though I saw there's no heaven,
and pray for you all.
Am I wrong, am I right?

The stars are no more
stuck and sealed in the firmament.
Venus and Mars
and our Earth... Yet it moves.

Why you're so blind?
Is this faith? Is this pride?

Rise up, oh flames!
Rise burning bright
and turn this long night in the dawn of mankind!

(the Messiah)

May the fire purify
all your sins and the lies.
May the Lord above us all
leave this heresy behind.

(the Sailor)

We are slaves of a sacred oppression,
imprisoned with no door to find,
blinded by vestments, judged by the fools.

(the Sailor)

And the flames rising up in the dark
in the mystical night of mankind
for this man dared to tell us the truth.

His body will turn into dust
but his words are bound to remain to...

(Chorus)

Tear down the walls of ignorance,
step towards deliverance,
look up to the sky.
Tear down the walls of violence,
beyond any circumstance,
fight against the night.

(the Messiah, THE SAILOR)

Marching on a sacred path
DRAWN IN THE BLOOD OF THE SINNERS
restless holy knights ride on
THE GRAVES OF A BLACK PLAGUED LAND
and Thy will be done
THY WILL BE DONE.

(the Prophet)

As they dance on the edge of destruction,
though fearing they would not remind,
sure I'm lured by a promising power.

(the Prophet)

The poems come from the saddest heart,
the brightest day from the darkest night.
Their light glitters in the deepest shadow.

This war will not have any winner
but this age is to be reminded to...

(Chorus)

Tear down the walls of ignorance,
step towards deliverance,
look up to the sky.
Tear down the walls of violence,
beyond any circumstance,
fight against the night.

(the Sailor, the Dictator, the Oracle, the Messiah, the Prophet, Chorus)

Of castles and honor, of magic we sing,
of sieges, of cavalry and glorious kings,
of desease and famine, the heralds of fear,
of punishment, pain, absolving the sins.
The clangor of iron, the sound of this age,
echoes the warcry of destiny, far in the future of men.

(the Dictator)

Standing still in the scorching sun
we face each other, infidel ones.
Of our lords there must be only one.

Two sides of the same old wall
and they both have to be torn down.

(Chorus)

Tear down the walls of ignorance,
step towards deliverance,
look up to the sky.
Tear down the walls of violence,
beyond any circumstance,
fight against the night.

The clangor of iron, the sound of this age,
echoes the warcry of destiny, far in the future of men.