Faith & The Muse Blessed
Oh how fortunate we are,
Strange creatures in this strangest time!
The Noble Primitives by choice
Seen from the outside with no regard
Disappointment in those watchful eyes
Shaking heads of the dim-lived lives
Such is their fear of breaking free
Keep our Truth under lock and key
All this will Change
All this will wash away the sins of the Corrupt Age
Don't be afraid
We are the Underground
Their world is what they've made
They've shattered us for generations
Bullied conformity - the spider over the flame
Enough to tear our hearts to splinters
Force the choice but don't dare ask why
Close your eyes and let the laws dictate
By God or by Man: mass-manipulate
But to us, the Barbarians of Idealism,
Life holds its throat at bay
All this will Change
All this will wash away the sins of this Dying Age
Don't be afraid
We are the Underground
Their Hell is what they've made
We are the Underground
We are the Underground
And now we'll watch their fortress crumble
The flaming pyres have fettered out,
Relics of gavel and cross - no more!
We've born our smiles but silently waged war
We are the Savages, the true civilized
Let those called "sane" now lose their minds
For we know who we are and can change at will
Our minds and our hearts will dream what we dare
All this will Change
All this will wash away and we will build again
Don't be afraid
We are the Underground
Our world is what we make
