©Pamela Morgan Publishing (a division of Amber Music)

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