Blessed Songtext / Lyric

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