The New Renaissance

Forcing us into a cell of isolation
Bending the way we feel with manipulation
Tearing the bond to the Fundamental
An altered state of hollow pretension
But we will rise above all expectations

We're gonna fly, fly, fly the flag
Of the New Renaissance

Try to run us down with falsifications
Sucking our lives into their deteriorations
Calling us weak for believing in the true God
We laugh in the face of lucifer's stronghold
Accentuate the art of life with passion

We're gonna fly, fly, fly the flag
Of the New Renaissance

Double standards may run with blades
But I won't falter
I only have one face

We're gonna fly, fly, fly the flag
Of the New Renaissance