| He is a man with no soul | |
| For he must have sold it years ago | |
| Laws don't apply to him anymore | |
| On top of the world, he guides those who will listen | |
| Or else your death's a fact | |
| With or against him; choose your game, choose his game! | |
| Fall! | |
| The fall of a tyrant, his loss | |
| Soon it breaks him | |
| The trial of this monster | |
| Our fight soon will crack him | |
| Words are binding, deeds talk | |
| Such clear language when your life's at stake | |
| While he's immune for every threat | |
| Battered, disgraced but still strong | |
| Even violence won't break all of us | |
| And even gods get what they gave; they'll have it all! | |
| And we see a proud man fall | |
| Victim's triumph | |
| You burn it all; every memory he turned black | |
| Every ally turned against | |
| He, the man who reigned them all | |
| Prove his guilt, confirm his fall | |
| Innocent 'till proven wrong | |
| End this nightmare, hear my song, hear our cry! | |
| Fall! | |
| The fall of a tyrant, his loss | |
| Soon it breaks him | |
| The trial of this monster | |
| Our fight soon will crack him | |
| Fall! | |
| The fall of a tyrant, his loss | |
| Soon it breaks him | |
| The trial of this monster | |
| Our fight soon will crack him | |
| Fall! | |
| The fall of a tyrant, his loss | |
| Soon it breaks him | |
| The trial of this monster | |
| Our fight soon will crack him | |
| Fall! | |
| The fall of a tyrant, his loss | |
| Soon it breaks him | |
| The trial of this monster | |
| Our fight soon will crack him |