Lyrics:

To overthrow the repressive system
Disintegrating actions they set in motion.
Guerilla with noble visions.
Unyielding they fought
Radically defending what they thought of human rights.
Their motives being so pristine, the warriors were successful.
What was built up then developed into something resembling the hated former system horrifyingly.
Too soon abhorred structures creeped back.
Her comrades, assassinators - her lover, the tyrant.
The "purgation" they had fought for polluted even more the ones whom they had sworn to rescue.
She made a decision.
She sold her knowledge and abilities to the former old Moloch who grew and came into charge again.
Her lover executed, tearless face, the opera singer's career, fame of latter days.
What was the price for being what she'd become?
Madadonia - a traitor?
Did she betray her holiest ideals?
Tancer fell into deep thoughts.
Nevertheless, he had to try.
No other way to find out.
That was her story: and this is Tancer's.