We have waited
weak and alone
for your coming mighty one
our pockets empty
our spirits cold
give us glory for blood + gold
To the earth their power fades
like a dying prayer
almost silent Whispering
we have 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
weak and alone
for your coming mighty one
our pockets empty
our spirits cold
give us glory for blood + gold
To the earth their power fades
like a dying prayer
almost silent Whispering
we have 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