Original lyrics

EN

It will succeed Let's lynch the rich This is the downfall of your kind Sodom, Gomorrah Idol worship in Babylon Eve, Pandora This battle will be won Shortage, plethora Our hatred rages on And so we march A Morning's stride to the gallows tends to sharpen the mind Knowing there will be no tomorrow makes you enjoy today's ride Day is done. Gone the Sun. From the lake, From the sky. Fading light. Dims the sight. Drawing nigh, Falls the night Do you believe that what you see Through the dust and the debris Must be in truth the only key To make us all completely free History is heresy The story and the prophecy Are simply what you make them be A lie transformed into a decree