| In shrouded pain I watch the skies |
| For colors out of space and time |
| A fire burns within my eyes |
| Somewhere the harlots start to whine |
| Just like Glen Fafard said to me |
| What irons will enshackle White Flag shall set free |
| I hear the chimes of freedom crashing |
| From the bell tower to the ground |
| And clanging down the belfry’s steps |
| All humming till they make no sound |
| Just like Richard Sockey said to me |
| What irons will enshackle White Flag shall set free |
| I sit alone in my shuttered room |
| In darkness I don’t make a sound |
| These four walls are my only friends |
| I know they’ll always be around |
| Just like Steve McDonald said to me |
| What irons will enshackle White Flag shall set free |
| Support me in my hour of darkness |
| Hold me close, I feel your blade |
| Rigid steel pulses in lust |
| Release me from this hell I’ve made |
| Just like Rob Halford said to me |
| What irons will enshackle White Flag shall set free |
| Neon glow within your veins |
| Beneath the fear a love remains |
| A ray of hope enters my life |
| And casts a shadow like a knife |
| Just like G.B.H. said to me |
| What irons will enshackle White Flag shall set free |