Lyrics

Corruption seethes
Upon his very tongue
The prophet shields the light
The darkness is too bright
For men to see
He is the usurper
Foretold would come
To steal men's hearts away
And chain them to decay
Their eyes are blinded
By his words so pure and wise
Beneath his gilded lies
The lord of misrule cries
For genocide

The puppet master
Wields his craft too well
For as he pulls the strings
The prophet bows and sings
The people dance
They recite their lines with joy
Beneath the darkening sky
A dragon begins to rise
And now is seen
Seven trumpets blast the silence
The pillars of wisdom crack
The knowledge of man
Whiplashes in his face
Atomic waste