Once upon a time there was this little guy in Hollyland.
He was a friend of mine and he used to live as a peacefull child.
People say that one day something fell from the sky and all exploded.
Playing to be Gods on earth, threat betraying all of us.

I cannot stand anymore, staying here seems to be the worst punishment.
Waiting here for a long in the middle East, where God is missing.
If you look through the glass you will see his look shaking.
Please wellcome to nomans land, look the storm is on the ground.

Now laying on the sand, crying begging to Allah,
Rage is on my veins, the Spirit of the Free.
Look, half moon rises in the sky red cause of the blood,
Clouds spreading on, the Spirit of the Free.

To fight against the demons made in a shape of soldiers,
Come back to the middle ages where the aim is to conquer.
Blood thirst is just the way to become Kings of Monsters
Playing to be Gods on earth, threat betraying all of us.

Now laying on the sand, crying begging to Allah,
Rage is on my veins, the Spirit of the Free.
Look, half moon rises in the sky red cause of the blood,
Clouds spreading on, the Spirit of the (spirit of the) Free.

Now laying on the sand, crying begging to Allah,
Rage is on my veins, the Spirit of the Free.
Look, half moon rises in the sky red cause of the blood,
Clouds spreading on, the Spirit of the Free.