"Slavery Of Illusions" by Aria
In the land of the ancient ancestors, I grew up like a stranger
And I ain't honored nor saints nor demons
I was going against the wind, I walked right through
In the world of unearthly and free people
But I was never a slave of illusions
All the people here are praying to God and Satan
It is difficult to live without a master
And each has built himself through the prison
Believing in the righteousness of the royal lies
But I was never a slave of illusions
Chorus:
Here, on the top
Next to me
Three white eagles circling in the sky
The pride of their name
The Spirit and Peace
And behind them no evil, no good
Stay on top of the
Next to me
There where three white eagles circling
Pride - their name
The Spirit and Peace
And behind them a height
Only cold heights
Neither good nor evil
People cursed me and laughed right in my face
And the old women spat in my wake
Friends gave a crown of thorns to me - as award,
And prophesied many tragedies to me
But I was never a slave of illusions
But even in the hour of death I will not change myself
And no one will put a cross to my grave,
I will be free, but absolutely stranger
For empty and cold skies,
But I'll never be a slave of illusions
Chorus