| Your wealth and your power | |
| Both increase with every day. | |
| Theory versus practice | |
| as the mould spreads it's way. | |
| Ravens fill the sky | |
| wolves start to cry | |
| and you shield your eyes. | |
| Behold the throne of satin | |
| far from where no hope is left. | |
| No royal tidings reach it, | |
| it's like talking to the deaf. | |
| Ravens fill the sky | |
| wolves start to cry | |
| and you shield your eyes. | |
| Blinded by gold are the knights. | |
| In spite of all the blinders you can wear, | |
| the rotten stench will still be there. (2x) | |
| The castle of your glory, | |
| embellished under your reign. | |
| The next throne possessor | |
| must pawn his crown for your vain | |
| Ravens fill the sky | |
| wolves start to cry | |
| and you shield your eyes. | |
| Blinded by gold are the knights. | |
| In spite of all the blinders you can wear, | |
| the rotten stench will still be there. (2x) |
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