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Freedom... Free at last... Freedom... Free at last...
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?
Freedom... Free at last... Freedom... Free at last...
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. Freedom?
A visionary drink straight from the glass?
Freedom... Free at last... Freedom... Free at last...
Freedom... Free at last... Freedom... Free at last...
Freedom... Free at last... Freedom... Free at last...
Freedom... Free at last... Freedom...
