Fanaticism's a slow suicide
Madness thinks big
I'm looking for radiant support
Nothing judges like a child's smile
All love's worth ordinary gold
We get through it thanks to these moments
Is their love for the Gods
To return the soul to its owner
To the man we were before
The abyss doesn't define the self
Stupid martyrs, ridiculous to boot
The clothes don't make the man
Soldier of God, soldier of God or not
Is their love for the Gods
Is their love for the Gods
Fanaticism's a slow suicide
Madness thinks big
To kill one's Love passionately
To hide the corpse of one's lover
Let's look at all these brilliant destinies
Who occupy the memory of young and old
I'm the man in the middle of the world
Family in one hand, friends in the other
I'm the man in the middle of the world
Family in one hand, friends in the other
Is their love for the Gods