All quiet on the frontier, at the darkest hour As a familiar page fell from the book of power The stranger in the black hood we never knew nor understood Fled the evil tower And its citizens, new freed slaves In invisible chains, locked outside the cage Is it Freedom, at last A visionary drink, drunk straight from the glass Well the curtain is drawn, no winners today But just for the record, what did the official version say? They’re our friends now, it’s okay. For we were never at war, we were always at peace And we’ll tell you that the millions dead are really only deceased Is it Freedom, at last A visionary drink, drunk straight from the glass Nowhere to turn beneath the sky Where we must live, where we must die The will is gone, the empire dead In petty kingdoms friends fight head to head Is it freedom, at last A visionary drink, drunk straight from the glass