Текст песни
We are artists, Muse’s children
Bringing joy to world so bright
But the wind has brought a demon
Stealing all our strength and might
None can see this wicked phantom
None can beat him in a fray
In a stuffy room in silence
We are told to waste away
Muse is dying hearts are weeping
No more hope for morning sun
Shadows of the beast are creeping
Till the light of joy is gone
Artists? You’re no longer needed
Keep your silence play no more
Eat your meager meals, unheeded
Breathe through rags behind the door
Now the demon wears his crown
Claiming all the world to rule
Pushing every spirit down
Muffling groans with silence cruel
Notes forgotten, sounds are sleeping
Only IV drips shed their tears
But through flies and shadows creeping
The music’s echo still appears
Heartbeat rhythm starts its thunder
Music rises from the gray
Demon’s grip will tear asunder
From the home he stole away
For we’re artists, bound together
Power in the art we weave
Honest thoughts will last forever
Winning all if we believe
