作词 : Livgren The streets of the city are barren All the windows and doors have been closed As the night draws near You can feel their fear Their freedom is just an illusion And they tell us that love is a lie Can it all be true What can one man do See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn The City of Gold's in the distance And they've already forgotten their dream Visions slowly fade In this land of shade See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn As the power grows, darkness spreading Hope is still alive, though we're dreading What the future holds, no more need to, fear what all men face Only good can win the race Rumors speak of war, all the nations Turmoil in the streets, tribulations Now it's plain to see, all the prophecies are taking place Only good can win the race There are fragments of truth still remaining And they bring them the light of the world To this hope we cling Till the bells will ring See the pages as they turn In their wisdom we will learn Our bloody history soon will resolve See the pages as they turn In their wisdom we will learn Free from the prison, a curtain of iron
作词 : Livgren The streets of the city are barren All the windows and doors have been closed As the night draws near You can feel their fear Their freedom is just an illusion And they tell us that love is a lie Can it all be true What can one man do See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn The City of Gold's in the distance And they've already forgotten their dream Visions slowly fade In this land of shade See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn As the power grows, darkness spreading Hope is still alive, though we're dreading What the future holds, no more need to, fear what all men face Only good can win the race Rumors speak of war, all the nations Turmoil in the streets, tribulations Now it's plain to see, all the prophecies are taking place Only good can win the race There are fragments of truth still remaining And they bring them the light of the world To this hope we cling Till the bells will ring See the pages as they turn In their wisdom we will learn Our bloody history soon will resolve See the pages as they turn In their wisdom we will learn Free from the prison, a curtain of iron
