Accusation – persecution Violation of freedom Empty souls, chasing power Quelling empty desires The present world you uncreate Is the tomb you'll populate Your lust and greed, your envy and pride The deadly sins you glorify You're running out of fools To keep the blood from your hands Making laws we can't afford In the name of God or some pasty lord Rise and fall The wolves are howling Rise and fall The wheel is turning You're, digging your own grave Of red marble and gold Your time has come As you're striving for the throne With your heart made of stone Engraved with all your misery Desperation – annihilation Destruction of wisdom Twisted fools in bloodied towers Crumbling with their empires Admire your tomb from within A holy place for all your sins You are just the devil inside Your progeny's plastified Trading your red marble and gold For treasure in ashes cold See how the rivers turned to red Before they dried up our land Rise and fall The wolves are howling Rise and fall The wheel is turning You're digging your own grave Of red marble and gold Your time has come As you're striving for the throne With your heart made of stone Engraved with all your misery The wheel is turning The wolves are howling