We have waited, weak and lone
For your coming, mighty one
Our pockets empty, our spirits cold
Give us glory for blood and gold
To the earth their power fades
Like a dying prayer almost silent

Whispering: We have been triumphed
And anarchy, the skeleton
Bowed and grinned to everyone
To the earth their power fades
Police and priests, a sick charade
And to the earth their power fades